Ill Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink. Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop. That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through. Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast. Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down. The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation. They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out. But I just watched Monica in silence, slid the ring off my finger, and placed a set of divorce papers in front of he

“What exactly do you want sir?.......You wa⁠nt to know why I’m here huh? My husband, well soon‌ to‌ be ex fuc‌ked‍ my stepsist‍er in our damn b‍ed, gave m‌e‌ divorce papers. After‍ I gave him everything.‍ I held him up when he‍ had nothing, typed his p⁠lans⁠ till my fingers bled, paid all⁠ his bills. And my inheritance….billions of dollar‌s, Dad’s comp‌any, I signed it over because I loved him, I bu⁠ilt his‍ e‌mpire. And now he’s kicki⁠ng me⁠ out by the weekend, laug⁠hing with her, taking every penny from‌ m‌e.” My hands flew in fire. “I’m done. ….done being their fool. No more s⁠tupid⁠, naive Ela‌ra who thi‌nks l‌ove fixes everything.” I yelled again, “Pou⁠r me another whiskey now!” He shoo

"Second condition." I looked at him coldly. "I'm taking Jamie. You will never see him again. Child support -- five million dollars, lump sum." "Ella, don't push it!" Derek jabbed a finger at me. "Jamie is my son too!" "Perfect. Then I'll take Jamie straight to the Ashfords and let them know that their future son-in-law already has a child. Let them watch their daughter raise her fiance's secret kid before they've even walked down the aisle."

We don't need to stay married on paper any longer. Kiara stared at Tyler before abruptly snorting. "You want to divorce me because of Stephanie, right?" "Steph was always meant to be my wife," Tyler said. He didn't deny Kiara's assumption. "Once we get a divorce, I'll find a way to turn hers and my marriage certificate into a valid one." "You bastard!" Kiara screamed as she punched him hard, her tears streaking down her face. "I've sacrificed so much for you, but you're abandoning me now!"

"You have the audacity...after all you did, you come back to plead with me to take you back and talk to all my investors? That means you're still not remorseful. You still want me so you can manipulate me again. And I'm not going to be somebody for you to manipulate." I took a deep breath, my voice firm. "And about the divorce, I've filed for a unilateral divorce a long time ago. Luther and I are getting married, so I don't need you in my life again. I don't need you coming to this office, causing a scene. Please stay out of my life and enjoy your own.”Here's the continuation: Asher's eyes widened in surprise. "You've signed a unilateral divorce...and you're getting married to Luther? You're

Sarah! Derrick yelled from his room while I was in Gillian's room. "Find them yourself. Or ask your mistress to prepare them." I approached him, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm still your husband!" he yelled again, his eyes bulging. It seemed that Derrick had finally exploded. Good. In that case, he would agree to the divorce eventually. "What kind of husband are you, Derrick? A depraved husband like you doesn't deserve respect! I'd rather not have a husband than be constantly hurt. I'm exhausted. I'm fucking done!" I shouted back.

Eva’s POV “I refuse to sit around waiting for when you decide to come back to me,” I say, my voice steady even though my insides tremble. “I’m done, Stephan. I’m tired.” The door clicks shut behind him. He walks further into the living room, the divorce papers clenched in his hand. He lifts them, waving the pages like they’re some sort of joke. “Whatever this little act is, it’s not working. Take your luggage back to our room.”

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.

“I don’t know. But whatever this is… it looks like you understand each other too well to be comfortable.” “They’re using what people saw,” Lena said. “What they assumed. And what they wanted to believe.” Sarah picked up the tablet again. “They’re saying the divorce was strategic.” Lena let out a quiet breath. “Of course they are.” The door opened. Sebastian walked in without knocking. He already looked like he’d seen it. “Damage level?” he asked. “Contained,” Lena said. “For now.” He nodded once. Then looked at the screen. “And escalating.”

Ever. But then, with an impatient look, he scoffed, “Aria, stop being unreasonable. Is it really so hard to apologize?” I was stunned, hurt by my husband’s disdainful expression and attitude toward me. I couldn’t believe he thought I was joking, and that he was still more focused on that apology! I took a deep breath. “I'm serious, Victor. I want a divorce. I want to leave you.” His eyes narrowed, his impatience giving way to irritation. “Is this one of your tantrums again? It’s not funny at all. This isn’t like you, Aria.”