Lady Warrior's Wrath On Divorce Day Novels & Stories

He slammed his hand on the table, rattling the glasses. “I gave you a stable life, a house, a daughter! Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you really want.” The dam broke. Clara’s hands slammed against his chest with all the fury she had bottled up. “I want a divorce! I want a fucking divorce, you bastard!” Her strikes landed like soft thuds against his broad chest. She was small, human in strength compared to him, but her fury carried the bite of a Luna unbound. Victor’s temper flared. He seized her wrists in one hand, squeezing tightly enough to make her gasp. His face loomed inches from hers, his breath hot with anger and gin. His wolf clawed at him to stop, but his pride surge

I knew she could get through it all. Because she is ASHLEY LEWIS - MILLER my fighter wife, ready to face and accept all the pain to protect her loved one. Hurt, get up, fight, and now say goodbye to all the pain of the past. It will make another chapter full of fun and no more pain to go through between the two of us.

Came her calm voice, I was filled with a whole new emotion, tears blurred my vision and I allowed them flow freely, I looked at my husband to see him wiping off a tear from his eyes, Ava was the best daughter ever any parents would ask off until Nicklaus destroyed every piece of her with his side piece living my daughter a shadow of herself Year's she battled with self-love trying to love herself and get her husband to love her, all she ever showed him was love and support thinking a day would come when he changes and loved her back, but that never happened until Ava couldn't take it anymore, he's pushed her past her breaking point and she couldn't take it anymore, she divorced him and flew

Not when everything about him reminded her of the son she'd lost. As usual, Max refused to grant her the divorce. He asked her to stay so they could overcome their pain together. It was a reasonable request, except seeing him made her want to tear his eyes out. Why couldn't he see how evil that witch Lisandra was? They could have prevented that tragedy. Zander would still be alive if only he'd kicked that woman out of their lives. What was worse was that she claimed to have wanted to kill her and not their son. As if that could bring her baby boy back. She wanted to throw Max in jail together with her so they could rot there together, forever.

Lily received a call from Howard. “Lily White, you b*tch! How dare you blame everything on me?!” Lily rolled her eyes and looked at her freshly manicured nails as she said, “Your reputation is completely ruined now. It won’t affect you much if I blame it all on you, right? Besides, aren’t we husband and wife? Can’t you share some of my burden?” “Let’s get a divorce. I want to get a divorce right now. You’re a toxic b*tch!”

Right now, that was the only thing she was certain of. They couldn’t live properly. They couldn’t separate cleanly. Jennifer straightened. “You’re divorcing him. End of story.” She thought of Evan cradling Summer’s child downstairs. That urgency. That care. That priority. “This isn’t a marriage. It’s a daily war zone. Who could live like this? “And Dora and Fiona still had the energy to harass you last night? Where do they even find the time?” Jennifer genuinely couldn’t understand it. Wasn’t Summer enough chaos for that family?

The difference was that 27-year-old Liliana had learned to keep her boy toys a secret from me, while 17-year-old Liliana only had eyes for me. The young Liliana sounded lost and helpless, her voice shaking with sobs. She asked me, "Si, why?" A day ago, she'd suddenly appeared behind me. When she'd seen the divorce papers in my hand, she'd also asked me why. At the time, she didn't understand why I would choose to walk away from her. Now, she couldn't understand why she, the woman who had promised to treat me well for a lifetime, had hurt me so badly ten years down the road.

My wrists were bleeding, I was exhausted, and she was going to lecture me on morality? "So what?" I snapped, my voice dry. "What’s your problem with divorce? It’s just a woman realizing she screwed up and deciding to take her life back. Is being free a crime now?" She scoffed—a short, contemptuous sound. "Free? Please. You just spend your time stirring up trouble between them. A divorce is a stain on a resume, honey. You should be making yourself scarce instead of playing the homewrecker." "Homewrecker?" I let out a nervous laugh. "You really think a marriage certificate is going to change your life? You plan on staying perched on that pedestal until you’re a hundred?"

My finger tapped lightly on the spot where my name was written. Jolene leaned back in surprise, quickly masking her emotions and pretended to be calm when she spoke, “Mrs. Kosa, you’ve always been the boss’s favorite. He hates being threatened. He trusts the gun in his hand more than God.” I looked at her calmly, catching the faint flicker of excitement rising in her eyes. “I’m not joking. I just want a divorce. And I want it done in one try.” “You’ve been by Leo’s side for so long. Don’t you want to sit beside him openly and rightfully?”

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."