Ill Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

"My God, this is ridiculous!" She darted in and raised her callused hand. Without even asking a single question, she put all her weight into it and slapped me across my face. The impact made my head turn, and then burning pain throbbed in my cheek. My ears started to ring. "You evil witch! The devil has taken you, hasn't he? You started a scene at my son's company, and now you pushed Rochelle!" She jabbed a finger in my face and roared, "Get a divorce, Matthew! You can't keep this witch around! And make sure she takes nothing from you!"

Then she says, “when you demanded the divorce, I thought I was going to die of humiliation.” I don’t interrupt her. “I’d been waiting for it,” she continues. “I knew it was coming. You had Emma. You had all those women before her. You’d already lived like a single man for all of our marriage.” “I just never thought you’d still want this marriage.” “Hearing you stand there and tell me we had friendship and respect but you wanted to move on and love again…” She swallows. “It made me feel like a fool.” “I know I handled it badly.”

Henry spoke with tenderness and patience. The more I listened to him, the worse I felt. Henry would always be impatient when it came to me, and it hurt even worse to hear him promising to cook for Ivy. I held back my tears as I sent my billionaire father a message. [I'm getting a divorce, Dad. I'll do what you want and go into an alliance marriage with the Langstons. I'm willing to take over the family business.]

I interrupted him when I noticed he was trying to touch me , “Don't even think of laying your filthy hands on me! I'm sure you came here for a confirmation. Yes! Tyler and I are now divorced because he has another family and has just been using me for his selfish desires. If you think I would give you a chance now that I and Tyler are apart, then you must be daydreaming. You have no idea of how much I hate and resent you, I don't want to know if you're a changed person. That doesn't change the fact that you broke my heart and also tried to kill me because I was with Tyler. All men are evil, you all are a bunch of liars filled with so much pretense. Go to hell and I pray we never cross paths

"I'll go back to you. We can start over. Just give the company back to my father." Ivy looked down at him. This was the man she had loved. Now, he just looked pathetic. "I don't want you back, Julian. And I don't want your apologies." She turned to the security guards at the door. "Take him out. He doesn't have a badge for this building." "Ivy! No!" Julian struggled as the guards grabbed his arms. "You can't do this! I'm your husband!" "The divorce papers are on your father’s desk," Ivy called out as they dragged him away. "I signed my half this morning."

Eva sobbed. “Come on Eva. Don’t make me feel like a murderer,” I wailed and sniffed heavily, “I have never disappointed you and I will never do it, Brian is still my husband and only lover. I am accepting the divorce because of my life and my pregnancy. I don’t need to remind you what has been befalling me in this villa. I need to leave.”

“I’m tired of proving myself over and over like I’m a stranger! I married you, not a courtroom!” “Ava, please,” he said again, softer this time, trying to pull me closer. “You don’t understand what this looks like...” “I don’t care what it looks like!” I cried. “I know what it was! I know what I saw! But instead of backing me up, you lined up with the rest of the world to tear me down!” "You know what this looks like to me? A divorce! I'm tired of being your wife." I yelled, my yes red and filled with tears.

The way he said it told me he meant every word. Later, I lay curled against his arm, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing while my thoughts wandered somewhere quieter. “I don’t want to get hurt again,” I admitted softly. He didn’t respond right away. His fingers moved slowly through my hair. “How did you know your husband was cheating on you?” he asked at last. I sighed. “I didn’t. I trusted too much.” My voice was calm, but the truth still carried weight. “That’s what made the divorce so unexpected.”

“When Karen is around, it feels like we’re actually a family.” Irina stopped breathing. For several seconds, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Her own son. Her own child. Choosing someone else. Tears filled her eyes. Still, she refused to let them fall. “Is that really how you feel?” Jacob looked away. That was answer enough. Irina turned toward Tyler. “Where do we go from here?” Tyler’s face remained cold. Emotionless. As though twelve years of marriage meant nothing. “Divorce.”