Lady Warrior's Wrath On Divorce Day นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Did I tell you to blow my money on some side piece? "Was I the one begging for a divorce?" Each line hit like a knife. Damon went pale. "I... I..." He stammered, but nothing came out. Because he knew I was right. "And one more thing." I stood, slow and sharp, the kind of rise that sucked the air outta the room. "Who do you think you are, acting like you've got a say? You're not my husband anymore. Ring a bell?" "But I still got a right to take back what's mine!" Damon shouted, fully losing it. "I gave three years to the Family!"

“What did that bastard do now? He’s not even here, yet he always messes things up.” “He didn’t do anything.” He frowns. “Tell me…please.” A sigh leaves my lips and I take my hands from him. Finally, I decide to seat on the corner of his bed. “When we had our argument as I served him the divorce papers, he made some comment,” I confess. “What comment? What did he say?” “He said…” I swallow, tears burning the back of my lips. “He didn’t let me work, and so he made a comment that I pranced around with his money and now I want to leave him.”

“You have no right, Damian. You lost that right three years ago, the moment our house exploded with me and my mother in it, while you were off with your mistress, accusing me of things I didn’t do.” Her words hit like a punch. Straight to the chest. Lucas looked like he wanted to sink into the table. I could see the discomfort crawling up his neck, but Elena didn’t care. She was on fire, and I was the match she wanted to burn. “So don’t come here acting like you suddenly care,” she hissed. “We’re divorced. I moved on. You should too.” I didn’t even realise I’d been gripping the chair so hard until the sound of it creaking under my hand snapped me back. I set it down before I shattered it.

"Cut the excuses. You're all coming with us for questioning." Jenny clutched Andrew's arm. "Dr. Fletcher, you have to do something!" Andrew stepped in front of her, pointing at me, his face twisted in frustration. "Clara! How can you be so cruel? I'm your husband, and you're trying to ruin me!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Husband? No. You're not my husband anymore. Remember? You signed the divorce papers. I signed them yesterday. All that's left is the certificate."

Yet her presence always hovered above me—a distance that required no hostility to make a young wolf instinctively retreat. After all these years, she remained flawless, untouched by time. So when she spoke now, her words sounded especially sincere. After all, a high-ranking she-wolf never needs to deliberately humiliate those beneath her. If conflict arises, it is simply attributed to— the lower-ranking wolf's lack of understanding. Zara continued, "The conflict between you, your mother, and Marvin will never change how they feel about you." I said nothing. Yet her words ripped open an old wound buried deep in my memory, claws tearing through scar tissue.

Marina's chest heaved with fury, but Lily only smiled—calm, unbothered, radiant in her own fire. "Remember, Marina," Lily said as she turned to leave, "mistresses never win. They only borrow." With that, she walked away, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her back straight, her presence unshaken. Marina stood frozen, clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hand, her pride shattered, her anger boiling so deep it almost made her scream. Her nails had nearly torn the thick sheets. "Miss Laurent..." her assistant whispered carefully, "should I... should I pay and bring the dress now?"

The loud music suddenly went silent, my hands clutching my chest as my legs went numb, my body crashing to the ground. "What are you doing here?" Jake said, closing the gap between us. Tears gathered in my eyes as I glared at the lady who came from behind, wrapping her arms around him. He pushed me out of the way, stepping on me as he walked towards the cupboard. "Linda here is the new Luna. I've filed for a divorce, and I believe you should uphold it." He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself. A pang of disbelief came coursing when he dropped the paperwork before me. It was a divorce agreement, and he had gotten the consent of the elders to get me terminated alongside anyone who didn'

"My warriors are worth ten of yours on a bad day, Raiden. We don't need your help to win this." The familiar anger ignites, burning away any lingering tenderness. This is exactly why we couldn't last—her stubborn pride, her refusal to see reason. "This isn't about your warriors," I snap. "This is about appearances. Or have you forgotten our agreement?" Her jaw tightens. "I haven't forgotten anything." "Really? Because it seems you've forgotten that until our divorce is formalized, we present a united front. That was the deal." "A united front doesn't mean Windhowl surrenders its identity," she counters. "Or its place in the tournament."

she asked when she noticed that her lady boss was holding a match and had lit the brown envelope, dropping it on the ground. "I'm burning the divorce paper that my husband wants me to sign," Sherry responded coldly. "I'm sorry, ma'am," Mae said sadly. Sherry looked at the maid and smiled. "Don't feel sorry for me. I will fight for my marriage. I won't let any woman steal my husband! Never!" she said fiercely. The two women observed the flames consuming the brown envelope and turning it into ashes. "Gone with the wind! Easy peasy!" Sherry smiled triumphantly and left the garden, going back to the house.

she told me take back my daughter old lady:- what a terrible woman is she. how could she do that velliam:- that true but nothing I can do old lady:- you are fine and nice man why would she want divorce and the question is that. I think according to your nation rule. you maybe just complete education. so how can you get married and now you telling us that your wife want divorce at this rate velliam is traped. he can't tell them what he do in his nation. he is confused