Novel & Cerita I Refuse To Divorce Novel

I came to understand that the grass isn't greener on the other side after all. "Do you think Cyril is aware of this new development? Or perhaps his grandmother orchestrated the plan for her selfish reasons?" Kate asked me. "How am I supposed to know? Who cares anyway? They should go to hell for all I care." I frowned. "Make me understand. That wasn't the reaction I expected from you. What are you going to do about this? Surely, you're not going to fold your arms, are you?" Kate indulged me. “I am considering getting a divorce from this illusion called marriage. I don't have to continue like this.,” I proclaimed.

"Nina, do you know what you're doing? He's—" "He's my husband," I said calmly. "Erico, we're divorced. Who I marry is my choice." He scoffed coldly. "Your choice? Do you think Gian Lucenti is a good man? He married you just to hurt the Vitales, to…" "To what?" I asked. "To get revenge on you for marrying Joanna? Erico, not everyone treats marriage like a transaction like you do." He fell silent. Then, I caught the sound of something shattering—maybe a glass, maybe something even more fragile.

Lucian's I’m not giving up yet. I refuse to go along with the divorce.

The past 7 years of her life didn't allow her to think about love. How could he still love her? "It doesn't matter if you still love me or not. My aim is to be the secretary of this company and to be your girlfriend, I will do it my way.” Louis William slammed his fist on the table, causing Katherine to jump. He stood up straight, and looked down at her small body from above, his eyes and words made others feel cold: "Elise Grande, you're out." After saying that, he was about to leave the room. However, as soon as he placed his hand on the doorknob, her clear voice came from behind:

Because they knew I valued family, they thought they could trample all over my dignity. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Nathan with my flight details. It was an early morning departure. Fighting through the throbbing pain, I forced myself up, grabbed my driver's license, and walked straight out the front door. The moment the lock clicked shut behind me, an overwhelming wave of liberation washed over me. I was going to file for divorce. I wanted nothing more to do with this family.

Instead, I reach into my purse, pull out the divorce envelope, and hand it to her. Isabelle snatches them up, her eyes skimming the words. Silence. Then followed by a slow inhale. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She bolts upright, her voice booming, and I swear my ears ring. I blink. “Jesus, Isa—” “No, Jesus Isa nothing! Damian wants a divorce?! On your fucking birthday?! That scum sucking, sewer rat of a man?!” She paces abruptly like she’s trying to keep herself from committing murder.

His messages confirmed my suspicion as he went from begging me to come home to threatening me. I remember how happy I had been when Claire gave me the divorce papers. I had been so eager that I without even reading through, I signed it and mailed it to Dante. Why was this man making everything hard for me? “You okay girl?”. Claire asked after seeing the sullen expression on my face. “I’m okay. It’s Dante. I don’t think he’ll ever sign those divorce papers. What do I do if he refuses to accept the divorce?”. I said genuinely confused on what to do.

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

"Mommy is the worst! Get out of the way! You made us unable to see Ingy anymore!" I didn't even need a mirror to know how terrible I looked. Meanwhile, Corbin seemed to have known all along that things would end up like this. He was unexceptionally calm when he finally spoke. "This is fun, isn't it? You finally look as ridiculous as you behave. Oh, do you regret it now? If you really divorce me, your family will fall into ruin. So, stop acting like a clown and—" "I'm divorcing you." I didn't have any energy in my limbs, and the back of my head was still throbbing in pain, but my voice was firm and steady. "I swear that I'll divorce you, Corbin Stallone."

Honestly, I didn't know whether he regretted hurting me or whether he was behaving this way because Irene had played him like a fiddle for years. Well, it didn't matter now, did it? I no longer cared about him, not anymore. I said quietly, "Nolan, my answer is still the same. I only want a divorce." Tears finally fell from his bloodshot eyes. "No, I refuse." He continued tremulously, "I'll cut Irene off completely. Her child isn't even mine. We can still have our own children someday. I'll treat you well this time, I swear." He looked at me like a desperate man begging for mercy. "Can you please not leave me?"