Novel & Cerita Ill Divorce My Tyrant Husband

A real-life telenovela was playing right in front of her eyes! Tyrell failed to manage his expression, and his face went pale. Ethan coldly said, "Sugar daddy? Liv is the woman I love with all my heart. I'm willing to remarry her as long as she gives me the green light." The revelation stunned everyone. There was a story behind the divorce—it wasn't he who dumped her; she was the one who dumped him! Tyrell immediately knew that this was a game over. Now that he had offended both the Heaths and the Millers, forget about bringing Neal to further heights, his family was doomed.

The lawyer said. "We have lots of reason to divorce. He cheated, and he raped me." Charlotte said. "How will your husband rape you?" The lawyer asked. "We can actually work with the cheating though." The lawyer said. "Yes. At least we have something." Charlotte said. "I don't want a divorce anymore." Tyler said. "What? Where is that from?" Charlotte asked. "I don't want a divorce." Tyler said firmly. "Tyler don't do this to me. Please. We talked about this already." Charlotte pleaded. "Let me fix my mistake." Tyler said.

"He doesn't want me anymore. He left. He went abroad." Before anyone could react, she suddenly sprinted at a pillar and slammed her head into it. Blood gushed instantly. She hit the ground and didn't get back up. By the time the ambulance showed, she was already gone. The news cut off there. I let out a quiet sigh and switched off the TV. *** In Carmoria, I met someone real—a beautiful woman who became my wife. We had twins, a boy and a girl, thanks to IVF, and grew old together, side by side, all the way into gray hair.

Tyler interrupted her casually. "People change. A person might trip once, but they wouldn't trip at the same spot again, right?" Realizing what he was implying, she replied in a daze, "Then why bother starting over with me?" "I don't have anyone I like at the moment. I may never fall in love again. It doesn't matter who is my wife at the moment, so instead of divorcing you, working on our marriage seemed like the optimum choice. However, that's based on the premise that you can fulfill your role as my wife. You know, instead of stalking me all the time and throwing tantrums over trivial matters."

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?"

“Yeah?” “First I will like to thank you for your help throughout today. You saved my daughter, you helped me with my problems, I really appreciate what you did. However, I want to discuss my deal with you, I’m sorry but my daughter wants to divorce you and I can’t deny what she wants again. I already did it once, she doesn’t want to marry you, she never wanted it but I forced her into doing it because of the deal I had with you.” Davis was quiet, trying to study and read the expression on Tyler’s face but nothing coming up. He stared with blank face, as if all he had said was nothing and meant nothing.

“What sort of ridiculous question are you asking of me? If you still need me to tell you what to do after everything that I have said and buttressed, then I would have to agree that something is wrong with you” “I wouldn't want to think that the bomb blast has affected your head but with the way things are going, it seems so!” I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to divorce her and that would never happen because until Lucia shows me the proof of her being a stripper, the woman in the picture will forever be Seraphina Whitmore. “Dad, what you want wouldn't be happening, and I would rather not escalate things further, so I would rather that you leave me alone. I don't want to talk abo

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. However, she interrupted my silence with another question. “If, hypothetically, you and Mister Carter were to get a divorce, do you think the women who constantly bother you would finally stop?” She already stopped sobbing while my mind drifted to the memory of Hailey pushing me into the pool. I shook my head and answered her question, “No, they won’t stop even if I divorce Steven. The reason for their anger is not because he is my husband, but because of my title as his wife. So, if I were to divorce him, they would become even wilder because they derive pleasure from seeing me suffer.”

“Sign the goddamn papers pearl! I want you out of my house tonight!” He thundered as he did lighting struck in the sky outside, and the weather had turned grey. “Even our ancestors don't want you here anymore” Abigail snickered. I was speechless, how did it get to this? A few hours ago I was the happiest wife in the world, and now my world is shattered. My husband got another woman pregnant and now he wants a divorce. How can I accept this? Maybe if I beg a little more…… I fell to my knees again, my hands pressed together as I pleaded for mercy from my husband.

“Are you married, Mr. Tyler Harrington?” “Yes, I was. But no, I am not. I divorced my wife due to my silly mistake. I thought I was doing the best thing, you know?” “I understand where you are coming from, son. I did the same to my lovely wife; may her soul rest in peace. I cheated on her with a woman with big buttocks. It was not entirely my fault; I love big butts, and my wife had a flat one. So I cheated, and when she found out and threatened with a divorce, I hit her head with a bat and she bled to death.”