Ill Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

“Who is offering you sex here, Evelyn? Is he Max? That was why he stayed on your room for two hours?” Seriously? Had Zuriel gone bonkers after returning to his Pack? Without any reservations, I punched his shoulder to bring him back to the real world. “Don’t blame others for your shortcomings, Zuriel. You are my husband and I want divorce. Be it a legal certificate, rejection or any other way. You and I are done here. I can’t spend my life as your leverage against my dad.” Zuriel raised his brow, his gray orbs were ablaze with fury.

Jasper exclaimed, "I won't agree! Ari, when we got married, didn't we agree that we'd only be apart in death? We said that we would never be separated!" He was looking at me with what he thought of as a tender look in his eyes, but I only felt repulsed. "Psh! Is that the reason why you're cheating on her in broad daylight?" Tyler was so angry that he wanted to hit Jasper. I said coldly to him, "Go away. I don't want to see you. I'm going to sue for a divorce."

I said and pleaded him. “Do you really want to go back to that tyrant husband of yours who forcefully married you and then forced himself on you giving you a curse you call your children.” He said with a disgusted face. “Don’t you talk shit about my husband or my children otherwise the consequences won’t be in your favor.” I yelled this time making everyone shock. I may look weak but I can’t just let him bad mouth my husband and my children.

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

When I turn to her, her face is livid with rage. “That bastard,” she hisses under her breath. “You’ve been nothing but devoted to him, and this is how he repays you? Sneaking around with another woman while you carry his child?” I swallow hard, forcing back the tears burning in my eyes. “Lady Helen, please,” I whisper. “Let’s go before they see us.” She doesn’t budge. “No, Emily. You need to hear this. You deserve better than him. You need to finalize the divorce and walk away. He’s made his choice, and it’s not you.”

I gripped her hair, jerking her head backwards and she cried but her swollen eyes could not produce any more tears. “Your wife fucked with what belong to me." I cocked my head to the side, my eyes still on him while his scared eyes moved from me to Valentina and back to his wife. “You could try to get to her, I would only need to get three of my bullets buried into your body, I guess they would love it in there.” His chest went up and down in suppressed anger. “Your wife will pay for her deeds, now get Matteo to get the divorce papers done, else you would end up in a place worse than this.

"Divorce papers." Emily stared at them. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the document. Marcus spoke calmly. "You wanted a divorce." He glanced briefly at Alexander. "Now you have one." Ryan leaned closer to Daniel. "I feel like this is the beginning of a disaster." Daniel nodded quietly. Emily looked down at the papers. The word DIVORCE stared back at her. Marcus continued speaking. "You know…" "I almost didn’t sign them." Emily looked up sharply. "Why?" Marcus shrugged. "I thought maybe we could fix things."

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

He scolded his daughter and turned to look at Casey, flattering, "Casey, I promise you. From today onwards, you can do whatever you want with our family." "Alright, then leave your mistress first." Casey began to exercise her authority. "This... How could there be a mistress..." Terry flushed red. Casey sneered, "Don't take me for a fool. When we were just married, you treated me so well. Even your daughter was against me so much, you didn't want to divorce me. In the past two years, you have caused all sorts of trouble for me, even forcing me to live in another building. If you were to divorce me, isn't there someone? How could you change like this?"

he growled with rage. Melinda stumbled as he placed her on her kitchen stool. She quickly held the kitchen sink for support. With tears streaming down her eyes, she asked Ryan, “What have I done to deserve this? I have cared for you, loved you…” “Shut your damn mouth! Or I'll do it for you! I think this promotion has gotten into your head.” “I need a divorce!” Melinda snapped. “I can't do this anymore Ryan,” she continued.