Ill Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

“Money is not a problem to me, Catherine. What I want is your answer. Why don’t you bargain with me?” Her forehead creased. “You can’t make me do something that will eventually hurt my son, Serena. I must’ve begged you to save my son’s future but you can’t use your authority to your advantage.” I chuckled without humor. “I’m impressed that you know my name. Did my husband mention everything about me?” She looked offended. She grabbed her bag and looked at me. “I should go.” “Why don’t you convince Tyler to agree to the divorce.” She was taken aback. Her plans to leave got delayed as she looked at me with confusion. I lifted my chin and met her eyes. She didn’t know that Tyler was refusing to

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “You claim to love me. Yes, we hung out before, when I was careless. But I got married and I backed off. But you didn’t.” He pointed at her. “You kept making advances. You lied against me. I never touched you after marrying Emily. Never.” My chest tightened as I listened. “And while claiming to love me,” he continued, his voice shaking with rage, “you slept with my close friend, Davis and got pregnant for him.” Vivian sobbed. “He refused the baby, Tyler. I panicked—”

Everyone stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Ruby looked even angrier. "I already said I'd resign, so why are you still pushing for a divorce? Do you seriously need to paint me as some homewrecker to feel better? I told you, nothing's going on between me and Mr. Tyler. I'm just trying to work and support my family. Why are you making my life so hard?" I looked at her calmly. "He's never peeled shrimp for me."

“How could you do this? After everything I’ve done for you, Joyce? The double shifts so you could go to Cambridge? The tuition I paid when Dad said no? The nights I wrote your essays while you partied? I gave you a home, clothes, a future… and this is how you repay me? Stealing my husband and my baby the day after my wedding?” I lean against the doorframe, one hand lazily circling my belly, watching her fall apart like it’s the sweetest revenge. Tyler steps forward. “None of that matters now,” he says, ice cold. “I needed a son to carry my name. Joyce is giving me one. You two have the same face anyway. It’ll be like I never lost you.” He pulls the signed divorce papers from his back pocket

I am going to remind them who Rosalyn Campbell is. However, life has given me a second chance and I am grabbing it with both hands. I am not going to let it go down the drain. I am done being treated like dirt on shoes. I am not going down the old road again leading up to nothing but pain, humiliation, and disrespect. I am putting the past including Anthony behind me. He threatened me that he is going to divorce me if I do anything to his lover again. I have decided I am going to leave him first. There will be no second time. I am taking the reins of my life back in my hand. I am done being pushed around. I will no longer bow down to anyone not even Anthony for that I need to divorce Anthony

"Humans aren't above making mistakes, and I... I know how I treated you in the past wasn't ideal. I hurt you. I regret it, all right? I just... it feels like I need to handle my emotions better. Actually, you're not the one in need of a therapist. It's me. I'm the crazy one. I'll seek help. I'll try to be better. You know that island in the Maldives you said you liked? We can get a house there—it'll just be the two of us. Please, baby, everything can be like it used to—just us..." "Vaughn..." God, she hated this man. How easily he toyed with her emotions. The way he spoke to her now—she could swear he was being genuine. Tears fell down her face as she finally succumbed to the immense sadness

Father uttered in a stern voice but Laura didn't hold back her tongue. “There is nothing you can do. Just let her file for a divorce since she is in love with the man. Aysel can get married to Liam, and we will be inlaws again.

" I don't want this marriage to continue .. I just want divorce .. you should do your wife's duty because you're the one who is not ready to give me divorce....its you who want this marriage to continue If it was in my hand than I would have given you divorce the same night when we got married .. .. I don't want to give a shit to this marriage .. so, why I should do a husband duty ... I am saying it clear to you ... That I am not a husband material .. I am a bad man , a devil .. Who is born to fuck not to make love and plan family " he standing infront of me . "You still have time bitch ... To back off from this and sign these divorce papers and free yourself from this hell.." he said " No .

he said, determined. "There's my grumpy husband..." Rose laughed, although he couldn't tell if she didn't understand how serious he was or if she just wasn't impressed by his words "It's funny because even though I love the sweet version of you, I still miss seeing the man I fell in love with again...” she hugged him, letting his face nestled against her breasts “Don't you understand? The only reason I wanting to get divorced is that a part of me had already realized that I was in love with you and was terrified that you would fall in love with someone else and discard me as I was nothing more than a convenience to you.... ”