Novel & Cerita Mr. hunter, madam want a divorced again

Hannah muttered, "I saw Jake and Carla traveling together on Instagram." I stayed silent, suddenly realizing that after every previous divorce, I had compulsively refreshed Jake and Carla's posts, torturing myself. Except this time. Seeing my quiet, Hannah's tone softened with sympathy. "Did you two… divorce again?" In our circle, she was the only one who knew about my repeated marriages and divorces with Jake. "Yeah… divorced." Hannah sighed, offering a steady stream of comforting words.

A girl almost ten years younger than me. “What does he want?” Adrian asked. “What do you think he wants?” I frowned. He knew exactly what people like Old papa wanted — more money. Adrian made a disgusted face. “Creepy old men trying to barter daughters for business deals… classic.” I nodded. “Some men just have no shame.” Adrian chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. “Well, I should get going. I have to pick May tomorrow morning. You know… divorce stuff.” “I don't know,” I replied coldly. “I have never been divorced with a kid.”

I did many things wrong, but I still don't want a divorce. [Can you give me one more chance?]

"What are you saying?" The judge leaned forward slightly. "Mrs. Whitmore. I want to be certain I have understood you correctly. Are you stating, on the record, that you wish to proceed with the divorce as originally petitioned?" "Yes, Your Honour." "Mrs. Whitmore, I must ask. Are you certain this is what you want? You may take a moment to consider, if you require one." "In all my life, Your Honour, I have never loathed another human being the way I loathe James Whitmore. There is nothing on this earth I want more than to be free of him. Please. Grant the divorce."

I glanced at Xavier, seated beside me, and he gave me a subtle nod, silently urging me forward. “All I can say is that I am sorry for abandoning my family,” I began carefully, my voice steady despite the heaviness in my chest. “Even though it often felt like I was the one who was abandoned. But I still stand by my decision to reject a marriage to a stranger.” “And how did marrying someone you knew work out for you?” he countered without hesitation, his expression calm but sharp beneath the surface. “Two years into the marriage and you are already divorced.”

"I think I had mixed up my dreams, I knew the life I had wanted, but I had mixed up the path, so this is me trying to get back on track." Silence stretched between us, not awkward, just the kind that lets you sit on your words and think through it. Her thumb didn't stop circling the back of my palm, her head slowly raised, her eyes meeting mine. "Would you say the same thing about your marriage?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I asked, pretending like I didn't already know what she was talking about. "Don't act like you don't see it Marcus, my mom she…" "What we have isn't regular, but we understand ourselves, we know…"

It was then that Maddie Jenkinson, my housekeeper, asked with her eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying, "Why are you getting a divorce when everything was going so well, Mrs. Gunning? "You and Mr. Gunning have been married for so many years and have always lived a harmonious life. Mr. Gunning is a devoted man, which is hard to find these days. You also have to think about your children as well, right, Mrs. Gunning?"

I can’t believe him! “ANSWER ME!” He shouted again and slammed his fists against the wall just beside my face. I looked at him with widened eyes before I pushed and slapped him. However, he seemed like a wall that could not be shaken by even the strongest earthquake. He was still standing in front of me with a darkened expression on his face. “It’s none of your freaking business, Tyler! We're already divorced and you’re not the only one who wants to be happy! If you can find a woman you want to marry again, I can find someone for me too—”

"You're sitting here in front of me— your ex-wife that you claim you want back in your life. And yet, you have the audacity to look for the maids moving around the house." "Wow! I had no idea you've started taking interest in the maids after our divorce. Tell me, how many have you screwed since I left?" She leaned on the table demandingly and glowered at him, her hands sternly placed on either side of her plate. "Tell me, Hunter MacIntyre, how many maid-mistresses have you hired to work in and out of your bed? And don't dare to lie to me because I will find out if you do."

"Can't stand me anymore? Get lost, then. I meant it when I said divorce, Lorraine. I have no intention of getting back together with you. "Since you care so much about Rowan, go spend the rest of your life with him. If there's one thing in common between you two, it's how much you guys wanted me dead. Truly, you deserve each other." I stood up and walked away. Behind me, Lorraine snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting this time? What do you mean, we wanted you dead? Hunter, have you lost your mind? You won't come home, is that it? Fine. I've got ways to make you."