Novel & Cerita Joint Weddings And Joint Divorce Novel

Betty: One day, I found out my husband, Jayson Blackwood, was having an affair. It wasn’t shocking in the way betrayal is supposed to be. Jayson had never treated me right, not once in the entire year we’d been married. Ours wasn’t a love story that led to marriage. It was a contract marriage. A carefully negotiated alliance between two powerful families, signed with vows neither of us truly meant. Still knowing and seeing are two different things.

Dad, I want a divorce. "No," James said. "A Rollins doesn't get divorced." "Then what am I supposed to do?" Annie cried. "Just tolerate him being with another woman?" "You..." James looked at his daughter's tears and softened. "Fine. If you want a divorce, we'll get one!" He turned to Marcus. "Tomorrow, my lawyers will handle the paperwork. Also, every partnership deal between our families is canceled. The Harrison family can wait for their bankruptcy!" James then left with his daughter. Marcus collapsed to the floor, pale.

The woman who'd swallowed every insult, every slight, every cruel word for five years. "There's nothing to work out." I moved past her toward the door. "We're already divorced." The words hung in the air like smoke. Marguerite's face transformed from shock, then fury, then something uglier. "What did you say?" "Dashiell and I are divorced. He asked for it. I gave it to him." I opened the door. Jennifer's car idled in the driveway, a lifeline. "We're done here." "You selfish, ungrateful bitch!" Marguerite's voice rose to a shriek. "After everything this family has done for you! We took you in when you had nothing! Your parents left you with nothing but debt and shame, and we—"

*Final Chapter: New Beginnings* Sunita stood tall, her eyes gleaming with determination. The divorce was finalized, and she was finally free from the toxic relationship. But the wounds ran deep. Her in-laws had refused to return her jewels and silver goods, and the life insurance money was rightfully hers, but they had withheld it. Despite their cruel actions, Sunita refused to let them define her. She focused on rebuilding her life, and her hard work paid off. Slokh, on the other hand, had graduated and landed a good job. His grandmother's family recognized his hard work and dedication.

She said with a sad smile. “So, you are married. But you never told us that you have a husband.” “Because I got divorced three years ago. A loveless marriage is nothing but torture. We were hardly married for eight months. In fact, after two months of my marriage, my in-laws found that my parents were behind their money and nothing else. I feared for my future then but lucky for me they never held any kind of grudge against me because they knew that I was nothing like them. They never ill-treated me. Even when my parents even came to take me back, asking me to choose they stood by me and helped me to make the right decision.”

Dear Readers, Thank you for your unwavering support and for being part of this incredible journey. I won't say it's the end because we will still hear from Riley and Adrain. However, Chapter 262 concludes Book 1 of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire. Book 2 will cover Riley and Adrian's lives years later and focus on their children. Yes, this includes their daughter, Freya. In the coming days, I will write a preview and some bonus chapters using the author's notes. Please watch out for it.

She’d begged Zavier to help, promising to reconcile with her estranged family. Beatrice had always been the main fire fueling their fallen marriage, so leaving Chicago wasn’t just Ethan’s dream, it was Zara’s path to marital freedom. And now Ethan was going to New York with Irene? “Thank God we’re divorced,” Zara said aloud, her voice cold.

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

The timestamp on the video made it blatantly clear that Elena had cheated on me while we were still married. That night, the headline, "The Hardships of Mr. Johnson", appeared on the trending charts. … One night, my friends and I agreed to meet at a club after a social event. After several rounds of drinks, we heard the loud sounds of a scuffle coming from outside the private room. "Why did I waste my time raising you for so many years? You couldn't even get a man to stay! He's the heir of the Johnson family. Were you blind at the time? You actually asked him for a divorce to be with a useless loser instead!

None of this made any sense. “Just two days ago…” I whispered shakily. “You were my husband. You were still my loving husband.” Vincent exhaled impatiently. “It would be better if you just sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave without causing any problems,” he said. “I just want this to be over.” Then he bent down, lifted Janice into his arms bridal-style, and walked out of the kitchen with her as if I didn’t exist. I stood there in my black robe, trembling, staring at the empty space he left behind.