Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants A Divorce Again の小説・ストーリー

I was simply doing what Cynthia wanted. After I spoke, Cynthia, who had been knocked around, shoved me aside and glared at me with hatred. "Get lost, my family business is none of your concern…" Before she could finish, her husband shot me a glance and spoke. "We're getting a divorce! Let's do it now!" Cynthia's eyes urgently shifted back to her husband. "No, no, Honey, not a divorce… Please, anything but that…" I felt disgusted. Cynthia knew her marriage was miserable.

“Is that how you’re going to treat me? Even the butler didn’t let me into our home—” Maxwell slammed his hand on the table, making her jump. His face was stern, his eyes blazing with anger. “Hannah, I think you’ve had enough fun. It’s time you realized—you’re not my wife anymore.” Hannah’s eyes widened in shock. “We never divorced. How is that possible?” Maxwell shrugged with a cold smile. “We’re not married in the first place. Why would we need a divorce?” Her jaw dropped, and disbelief washed over her face. Then she laughed bitterly. “Maxwell, you’re lying. Do you really think that’ll stop me from getting my divorce alimony?”

“Mr. Winters, I am unworthy of claiming connections with you.” The man frowned slightly but the expression on his face did not change much. He chuckled lightly. “I want to hear the truth.” Instead of being modest with this man, it would be better to just be frank with him. Natalie clenched her fists and said, “Mr. Winters, you’re not married but you have a daughter. You have a huge harem and also your heart belongs to someone else. I feel extremely wronged by being forced to marry you, so, I want a divorce.”

“I told you I wasn't having an affair, it was just a misunderstanding. I will not divorce him.” “Twenty million dollars then. I hope that satisfies you. You do not want to make my Master angry.” The butler's expression was stony with hostility. This woman was truly difficult. “You don't need to worry about me,” Jane shot back. “I am Ethan Harrington's wife, the only reason I would get a divorce is if he wants it.” “Go back and tell your Master that he's not going to win his son back like this. In fact, why not give the money to my husband? Why waste it on me?”

"Marriage isn't a game, Holden. You married her, so treat her well. As for me, I'm happy now, so please don't bother me again." "You're lying!" he screamed, clearly not about to let it go. "We've been through a lot together, and you love me so much that you can't just stop and move on as you wish! Divorce him and come back to me right now. We can set things right!" I met his desperate, nearly frantic eyes steadily. "This is the last time I'll say it. There will never be anything between us again. I have a husband now, and if you keep harassing me, I'll visit the Lanes and demand an explanation myself!"

Tiffany’s heart raced, torn between infatuation and disappointment. "Mr. Quincy, I’ve been meaning to tell you… I don’t mind—" "Miss Tiffany," Quincy interrupted sharply, his voice cutting like glass. "I don’t think anyone should entertain the idea of interfering in someone else’s marriage. Don’t you agree?" Tiffany paled. "So, you’re not divorced?" "No," he said bluntly. "It’s my mother who wants to split us up." His cold eyes softened, just for a moment, as he continued, "But I need you to know that I love my wife very much. I don’t want to be apart from her. I’m not interested in anyone else. Do you understand?"

"Mia, you should understand this yourself. Given the Hudson family's standing, a peaceful divorce is almost impossible." Of course, I knew that. That was why I was willing to give up what was rightfully mine. "What if I don't want any assets? I can leave with nothing." The lawyer looked slightly relieved, but still hesitant. "Does Mr. Hudson want a divorce as well?" I shook my head, my heart sinking. This wasn't the first time I'd wanted to leave Hugo. Five years ago, the first time I asked for a divorce, Hugo said nothing. He simply locked me inside the villa for a full month.

It was now or never. “I’m not kidding with you and not trying to play any games, the truth is I am sick and tired and I think it’s high time I let it go. For this eight years, I have done my duty as your wife but not once was I appreciated nor accepted. I had high hopes that I could one day have a place in your heart but this is clearly a big lie. Now I feel it’s high time we get divorced. I want to divorce you right now, Mr Wilson.” She said.

A version I didn’t recognize. I exhaled, as I caught sight of the paper on the table behind my whiskey glass. Divorce. I shook my head. Why was she so desperate to end this marriage? Or had she already found someone else and was running to him? A dark chuckle escaped me. Let’s see who she thinks can have her. Just then, Martha returned, looking even more uneasy. “Sir…” she hesitated. “Ma’am wants you to answer the phone,” Martha whispered. I took the phone, schooling my voice into something rougher, sleepier. “What?”

The derision in her eyes made its return and bore right through him. For a brief moment, he suddenly wanted to leave it at that. They could continue with their lives without annulling their marriage. It wasn't a big deal. He'd be able to refute her words and have a legitimate reason for her to come home. But it was just a fleeting thought. He met her gaze and smiled coldly. Unconsciously, his grip began to tighten. "You're still my wife until the divorce is finalized. Is that enough reason?" She nodded in earnest. "Alright. So, you're saying you still acknowledge this marriage, Mr. Winston? Do I still have to call you my hubby before the divorce formalities are settled?" The way she said the