Lady Warrior's Wrath On Divorce Day Novels & Stories

Alexander didn’t get to finish his words though, as Lola slapped him across the face, much harder than the last time. "Never, in your sad and pitiful life, tell me to calm down again. Not after you just put a target on our backs" Lola's words dripped with venom as she stared hatefully at her husband. "Not only do I have to worry about taking care of my sick daughter and a sad excuse for a husband, I now have to worry about settling things with dangerous loan sharks. Do you even know how high their interest rates are? Once you borrow from them, they make sure that you spend the rest of your life trying to pay them back."

Amoli ran outside the room with the divorce papers in her hands . ' how wrong I was that he will change .. he is devil ' amoli's angry mind said .. ' don't cry maybe he will change for goods after knowing that he is going to be a father ' her naive innocent self said ... ' are you fool .. if he got to know then he will make the child like him or maybe he will hate the child like he hates you ' her angry self debate back . ' if he wants divorce than I am ready to give him ... Yes Amoli give him divorce then live this house with your child .. before he will know about it ' Amoli said to herself .. and nods her head like she is having conversation with herself .

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

Julian stepped forward, his face a mask of absolute, murderous fury. "I am not leaving you here!" Julian roared, grabbing the barrel of the rifle to pull it away from her chin. "Do not touch me, Julian!" Chloe screamed, stepping backward to evade him, keeping the muzzle pressed tightly against her throat. "If you try to disarm me, I will pull the trigger! Let me save you!" Julian froze, his hands hovering in the air. The terrifying king of the underworld was completely paralyzed by the sheer, desperate love burning in his wife's eyes. He realized she was fully prepared to blow her own brains out to ensure his survival.

Almost instinctively, he pushed Lydia away. Lydia stumbled back a few steps, looking extremely disheveled. She widened her eyes, taking in the scene before her, a surge of anger and unwillingness rising in her heart. "Lambert, you actually pushed me! Do you really want to be with this woman so much?" Lydia closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were filled with despair. Without waiting for Lambert to respond, she forcibly pulled off her wedding ring and threw it at him. "Fine! Since your heart is no longer with me, then let it be. Let's divorce! I hope you won't regret it!"

"Eventually, when you couldn’t get what you wanted, you tried to claim that Lady Sinclair was disrespectful, unable to bear children, and that your son should unilaterally divorce her. Once a woman is unilaterally divorced, she can’t reclaim her dowry. What a malicious scheme! "How could you claim Lady Sinclair was disrespectful? Since marrying into the Warren family, has there been a day she hasn’t been caring for your illness? Then you claim Lady Sinclair is unable to bear children? That’s absurd! On their wedding night, General Warren left for the battlefield and returned with the intention to marry General Yates. From the start to the end, he never even touched a finger of Lady Sinclair!

“Grandma, it’s…” Before Julien could finish, Old Madam Flint whipped him again. “Shush! You have no say in this!” It was the third whip and she did not hold back at all. Julien was able to endure the pain from the first two whips but the third broke him. He collapsed to the floor and his body started to shake because of the pain in his back. Old Madam Flint could not bear watching either. She averted her gaze but her look remained icy cold. “Aside from that, what I cannot accept is that you got together with Lyra Madden during your marriage! If the divorce didn’t happen earlier, I’d have whipped you to death!

"Nina, do you know what you're doing? He's—" "He's my husband," I said calmly. "Erico, we're divorced. Who I marry is my choice." He scoffed coldly. "Your choice? Do you think Gian Lucenti is a good man? He married you just to hurt the Vitales, to…" "To what?" I asked. "To get revenge on you for marrying Joanna? Erico, not everyone treats marriage like a transaction like you do." He fell silent. Then, I caught the sound of something shattering—maybe a glass, maybe something even more fragile.

Nothing more. His fingers tightened around her wrist, firm enough to leave marks when she struggled. He leaned closer, his voice low. “If you don’t want to leave empty-handed, then don’t let me hear those words again.” “Which words?” she shot back. “Divorce? If you don't want to hear it, I’ll say it even louder. Divorce. Divorce. Chris, let’s get a divorce.” Her hair was still tousled from the chaos earlier. Heat had flushed her cheeks, and loose strands clung to her face. Her eyes burned with defiance, resentment, and resolve.

The midwife backed away slowly, her eyes fixed on Lady Ophni's face, as if fearful of being consumed by her wrath. The air was thick with tension, and Alpha Ardon followed close behind, his face etched with concern as he tried to calm her down. He knew that her wrath was not to be underestimated, especially when she was triggered. As he looked at his wife, he saw a woman consumed by her emotions, driven by a fierce determination to reclaim what she felt was hers. Her anger seemed to be building, growing more intense with each passing moment. He knew that she would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.