Married, Divorced, Desired Again นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Luna's innocent voice cut sharp, through my entirety like a knife. I had to grab the pillar to keep from falling down. My knees went weak and my vision got blurry for a second. I knew I should have turned back there and then, I knew I shouldn't have stood to listen but yet…my feet wouldn't budge. "Honey, your dad and I can't get married unless your parents get divorced first." Vivienne's voice was sweet like candy, but I heard the poison underneath. The message was clear. She wanted Darius to leave me.

Beatrice let out a small, broken whimper, the reality of their disposability finally sinking in. "No... no, we can’t let that happen," Beatrice whispered, her voice shaking with a raw, shattered terror. "If he divorces you, Lydia, we have nowhere to go. No one will take us in. Fk... fk, Silas, we’re going to lose everything for real this time. We’ll be begging for change."

I smiled happily inwardly and muttered to myself, “I really want to go back and punch my past self a few times to wake her up. This is clearly an extremely profitable deal! No, that’s not right! This is a super high-profit deal where money makes more money!” Looking at the compensation I would receive after three years of a contractual marriage, one billion dollars, I decisively signed my name without hesitation. Leo, standing beside me, looked both shocked and incredulous. He probably hadn’t expected me to agree so quickly, so he asked again. “You really read all the terms?” I put the pen down, looked at him with confusion, and shrugged. “Of course. Is there a problem?” Leo still seemed sur

I want to repair our relationship and get back to being a married couple. "Don't I deserve a chance to make things right?"

The one she married in the past is obedient and patient. ‘What if I didn’t divorce her? Would she talk back and often give reasons to me?’

Anyone who acted with emotions, ended up failing and that was the beginning of his or her downfall and I hated to go down just because of a woman. After all, I was once betrayed. I didn't want something like that to repeat itself. Again, why didn't Mabel affect me this much and we even went deep because she was my mate? 'It's because she was not your fated mate. She was only a chosen mate.' Aiden made me roll my eyes. Thinking of mating, it had been long since I had a woman in my arms. And I wanted to hold one after I reached home. I really needed someone to make me feel like a real Alpha-King immediately I reached home and I would do exactly that when I reached home.

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

The ring is cold and heavy on my finger as I lift my left hand to hold onto him, kissing him with just as much passion. After my ugly divorce, I never thought I'd want to marry anyone ever again. Marriage had been so sweet at the start, but grew into something bitter. But in that family, I was never anything more than a stand-in, a place warmer while Michael waited for his true love to return. With Hunter, I am his only love. The only woman in his heart. And despite my better judgement, he has taken my heart completely.

When he looked back at me, he still didn't interrupt. "You don't get to decide one day that you want it back." "I know." His voice barely rose above the wind. I stepped away from the railing. "I can't pretend those three years of marriage never happened." I turned toward the rooftop door. Behind me, I heard him draw a breath. "I'm not giving up." He said. My hand rested on the door handle, but I didn't look back. "I'm not asking you to forget." His voice carried across the rooftop. "I'm going to earn another chance."

It’s almost like we were made for each other. This is what I’ve always wanted: to wake up next to him, to feel like I belong here. To be a perfect married couple. I want our mornings to be like this all the time. But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I feel sad again and my chest tightens painfully. The joy isgone before it even has a chance to settle. He isn’t mine. Maybe he never truly was. Not really. He’s already made his decision. He wants a divorce. The thought sinks in, and it feels like someone ripped out my heart and stepped on it.