Love On Edge Of Divorce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" Clement's face turned red with rage. Normally, he'd explode right about now. But this time, he was so choked up, he couldn't even get a word out. I glanced curiously at Vincent. He must have come from a powerful family—Clement wouldn't be holding back like this otherwise. Still, this was my fight. I couldn't let anyone else fight it for me. I stepped forward and looked Clement right in the eye. "I came here today to make one thing clear: I'm divorcing you. I don't care what your answer is. I've made up my mind. If you won't sign peacefully, then I'll take this to court. I don't care if it takes years, but that might delay your little sweetheart's future."

I looked down at the oatmeal in my bowl as a tear rolled down my face. “Guess you were thinking about your ex, huh? I’ve always hated cilantro.” Catherina loved cilantro. “Let’s get a divorce.” I was exhausted from feeling this way. What use was a husband whose heart belonged to someone else? Panic flashed in his eyes as he tried to explain, but his phone rang and completely distracted him. “We’re not getting a divorce. Don’t even think about it. We’ll talk when I get back.”

What would I do if something happens to her? He continued, "We've been together for 10 years, Eve. Even if we're divorced now, you're still closer to me than family. I'll always want the best of you, even better than what I have. If it wasn't for you tricking me into signing the agreement, I would've never divorced you." It was funny how Ian's words were exactly the same as what Francesca told me. I looked at him indifferently and asked, "Are you done talking? I still have work to do in the afternoon."

Whatever pain he felt—it was nothing compared to what he’d done to me. “Why won’t you answer me?” I demanded, my voice breaking. I stepped back, the tears pouring down my cheeks without end. “You know what, Orlando? I loved you more than you’ll ever understand. But you... you didn’t just break my heart. You shattered my belief in love itself.” Jeany let out a quiet laugh, looking at me like I was some pathetic fool. “Maybe it’s time you learned that love alone isn’t enough to make someone stay.” Orlando still didn’t speak. He simply pushed the divorce papers closer, like he couldn’t wait to be rid of me.

I glanced between them, “Yes, as it is, I love Atlas. I stayed away thinking you loved him,” Lovie leaned against him, “You have to divorce him, now!” “You heard her, start begging and be ready to hand everything over or else,” He snarled, “the news will hit Australia next, who knows how your old, dying father will react to it, huh?” “Don’t wait anymore,” Lovie pushed me to the ground, I glanced up at her, she was such an idiot. Both of them.

Jefferson, always blunt, leaned in right away. Edward's face had gone pale. I felt a grim flicker of satisfaction. I tapped the recording and hit play. "Margot, don't cry. Of course I love you. Once I lock in the faculty position tomorrow, I'll divorce Linsay and give you and the baby a real family." Edward's voice—gentle and completely heartless—rang through the room. After that, no one doubted me anymore. Margot shrank into Edward's arms, swaying like she might collapse.

he murmured, his voice trembling. No more movement. No more kisses. Just a quiet embrace. Elmy could feel his heartbeat against her chest. In that moment, she realized the divorce she had filed wasn’t truly what she wanted. Because the truth was, she loved Zayne. She didn’t want to leave him, no matter how much he had hurt her. “I love you too,” Zayne said, kissing her forehead. “So don’t ever think about leaving me again.”

I said, my voice remaining calm and steady despite the turmoil of thoughts running through my mind, "the divorce papers are over there on the center table. You can take a look for yourself." I gestured towards where I'd placed the documents just moments before, the official notarized papers that would prove I wasn't lying or performing or trying to manipulate anyone, just stating facts about the legal status of my relationship with Clara. A hiss escaped from Selene's mouth, the sound sharp and dismissive like she was annoyed at having to waste time verifying what she assumed was a lie, and she walked past me with deliberate force, her shoulder hitting mine slightly as she moved. The contact

It was Olivia. Before answering, he looked at me and said, “I love you even more. You are my lucky charm.” It was the sweetest thing I had heard from him in a long while. The way he looked into my eyes, I knew he was fulfilled. It was enough for him to divorce Olivia and finally be with me because I had managed to lighten his world. “I called before, but you weren’t answering. Where are you?” Cyril’s voice was firm as he put the call on speaker.