I Refuse To Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

He couldn't believe that I was even considering a divorce from the man I once loved so much. I didn't respond to him. Instead, I focused on Irvin, coldly demanding, "Let go of me." Irvin, either enraged or maybe relieved to finally be rid of me, laughed mockingly. "Alright! Fine! Emilia, you really have guts! You want a divorce? Fine, let's do it!" he said, his voice full of disdain. Just as I thought I was about to leave with the results I wanted, Julianne suddenly threw herself at me, sobbing. "Millie, Irvin, please! Don't do this! Don't let this happen because of me…

Closing my eyes, composing my nerves that is ready to kill people I opened my eyes. I read the message again. D.I.V.O.R.C.E I gripped the phone tighter. No..she can't be serious. Why would she want to divorce me? Divorce? My eyes turned red. How can she ask divorce from me? The hell I will divorce her? Isabella Kingston you are stuck with me forever. There is no escape from me. What if she didn't like me so why she was asking for it? No... If she really wants it, I should respect her right?

Like less than a villain, even; like a whore. I could bear coldness, his neglect, even his contempt. But I can’t stand feeling like I’m the other woman. This is our marriage, isn’t it? No matter how small or hidden, it’s still a marriage. But he broke that with his betrayal. I just can’t take that. "I want a divorce." I couldn’t hold back the pressure building inside me anymore. Julian's POV Divorce? My wolf refused. NO, Rory growled. "Calm down, Rory," I reminded him.

For her to believe he told me something this private was suspicious, and I had forgotten that. “I… I ran into him a few days ago. He didn’t look well, so I asked out of concern,” I stammered, struggling to explain. “Did he also tell you that I refused it?” she asked, sounding uninterested. “Yes, he told me you aren’t agreeing to the divorce,” I said, almost with anger. How dare she refuse it? “Good. Because the divorce will never happen between us,” she replied calmly with a nod. My hands clenched tighter. “But why?” I asked, holding myself back from snapping. Good? Never happen? What did she mean?

Why? I had stood in front of the national press and exonerated her. I had filed for a criminal divorce against Elise. I had even sent those damn peonies—not that she’d acknowledged them. I thought the press conference would have at least bought me a truce. I thought she’d see that I was finally choosing the truth over the image. Instead, she hated me even more. It was as if every move I made to fix things only served to convince her that I was more calculated, more manipulative.

He's spent twenty-six years of his life turning her into his human-robot, someone who would do anything he said. Anita glared at him, hate filled her eyes. “ I'm not perfect. Since you don't know, let me tell you. Mark and I divorced two years after our marriage. None of those kids are mine, I couldn't carry a child because my womb was damaged from the so-called body fit pills you forced me to take.” “ I've quit my job; I'm thinking of going into fashion because, in case you haven't f**king guessed, I'm a woman! Tomorrow, I'd be living in South Africa with a man I truly love.”

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

The question hung in the freezing sea air between us—heavy, ancient, and filled with twenty-two years of lost time. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "I would tear up every divorce draft. I would burn every court order. I would spend every day learning how to be a husband instead of a tyrant." I paused, looking past her toward the warm light coming from the living room windows, where Noah and Elias were moving through the illuminated frame of the glass. "But I don't want to go back anymore, Serena," I added softly. Serena’s dark eyebrows rose slightly in quiet surprise. "Why?"

Gradually, she also got tired and realized that he was not the gentle young man she loved long ago. As for why she did not divorce him and stayed with the Flint family to waste six years of her life, perhaps it was caused by her reluctance and obsession. After all, she fell in love with Julien in high school, and it had not been easy to marry him. How would she be willing to let him go just like that? She wanted to try. Maybe one day, he would change to the gentle Julien Flint she was familiar with. However, it was not until three months ago when Lyra woke up and Julien chased her away that she understood he would not change back to the old Julien. The current Julien belonged to Lyra and was

I tried again to put my feelings into words, but all that came out of my mouth was, "Ollie..." "I'm sick of you, Iris. I've been pretty sick of you for a while, to be honest. I suppose it's good you caught me in the act. I want a divorce." "No," I croaked. "Yes," he hissed. "I'll serve you the papers soon enough. Now you have to leave this house." "Thi- This is my home," I stuttered. "I'm your wife." "Not anymore. Now leave." "Ollie, we were happy together. What has gotten into you?"