Love On Edge Of Divorce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cassandra “Congratulations.” Dylan's voice was full of genuine happiness. “I’ll do it. You’ll divorce him.” The phone call ended, and I immediately went to my room to pack my things. I know I need to leave this house and avoid meeting him... But it’s a mistake because I should have never fallen in love with him. Two weeks passed. I met Dylan at a quiet café. “Everything’s ready, Sandra. And I’ll make sure you get the divorce assets you deserve,” Dylan said with confidence.

"Edward! Why! Why! Why are you taking revenge on me in this way? "You hate me so much? Want to divorce me so much? Good! I will fulfill you! From today...... There is no more relationship between you and me! "Smack-" A cold divorce agreement, wrapped in her heart-like voice, was thrown on Edward's face without a trace of warmth! So heavy! It's so heavy that it seems to cut off all the love between the two. "Bang!"

Edward shook his head. "I have no right to do that. I'm leaving. Calm yourself." Edward then turned around after tapping Bryan on the shoulder. However, he hadn't gone far when he turned back. "BTW, my wife and I are divorced because she cheated on me every time I left work. So, I can relate to the despair and heartbreak you're feeling right now. Let's rise together and forget those who have hurt our feelings. I'm sure we'll find happiness." Edward continued his steps and left Bryan, who was now focused on the object in his hand.

Seeing this, Chris deliberately asked, “Edward, Alexia has really lived up to the ‘strangers after divorce’ rules. I guess you will have to chase her again if you want her back.” Edward looks at the disappearing figure in the distance, and his eyes darkens. And he says in an annoyed voice, “No one will think you’re mute if you’re not speaking.” “You didn’t have to take it out on me. Didn’t you say that you wanted to divorce for a long time?” “Chris!!” He didn’t want to talk about the divorce. It was a thorn that keeps piercing his chest and ribs. Seeing the malice in his eyes, Chris felt a chill on his back. “Just talking to myself.”

thought of him to be my first and only charmer of love affair, he was still with that untenderness and regret of his fondest love. I am embittered that I am no longer worthy of him; and I would be shameful to be named after his name; ‘Vivian Charles’. I had neither virtue nor courage to endure the separation which he had done purposely. He abandoned me at home and lived with his girlfriends in the township “Oh Vivian,” began Mrs. Rogers. “I am scared of your complaints and disagreement on love and trust on each other, which you think have changed level. I mean the love and marriage treaties between you and him. But I would assure you that violent love never last long, that which I did not a

I tried again to put my feelings into words, but all that came out of my mouth was, "Ollie..." "I'm sick of you, Iris. I've been pretty sick of you for a while, to be honest. I suppose it's good you caught me in the act. I want a divorce." "No," I croaked. "Yes," he hissed. "I'll serve you the papers soon enough. Now you have to leave this house." "Thi- This is my home," I stuttered. "I'm your wife." "Not anymore. Now leave." "Ollie, we were happy together. What has gotten into you?"

"Mommy is the worst! Get out of the way! You made us unable to see Ingy anymore!" I didn't even need a mirror to know how terrible I looked. Meanwhile, Corbin seemed to have known all along that things would end up like this. He was unexceptionally calm when he finally spoke. "This is fun, isn't it? You finally look as ridiculous as you behave. Oh, do you regret it now? If you really divorce me, your family will fall into ruin. So, stop acting like a clown and—" "I'm divorcing you." I didn't have any energy in my limbs, and the back of my head was still throbbing in pain, but my voice was firm and steady. "I swear that I'll divorce you, Corbin Stallone."

I sprang to my feet and clutched at the divorce paper, intending to rip it apart. As the edge began to rip, Nathan lunged and snatched the paper from my hands, causing a tiny corner of the document to tear, leaving a small portion in my hand and a larger portion in his. It reminded me how he had occupied a vast space in my heart, while I only had a sliver of his.

The man, who had once loved me so warmly, used the cruelest words imaginable, tearing my heart apart one sentence at a time. Maybe our marriage had started falling apart from that moment on. Nevertheless, for years, I clung desperately to the hope that somewhere inside our marriage, there was still a trace of love left to find. After eight years and nine divorces, I was tired. I didn't want to keep searching anymore. Maybe it would be easier to pretend we'd never loved each other at all. I thought I had reached the point where nothing could hurt me anymore. When Ryland returned after comforting her, he found me staring at him with bloodshot eyes.