Mr. hunter, madam want a divorced again Novels & Stories

“My client no longer wishes to have direct contact with you, Mr. Morgan.” That hit harder than Hunter expected. Around him, the whispers only grew louder. “A divorce?” “At a banquet?” “She sent a lawyer instead of showing up herself…” “How humiliating.” Hunter’s fingers crumpled the papers slightly. Rage. Shock. Disbelief. All of it crashed through him so violently he could barely breathe. Ivy wanted a divorce? And she was willing to drag him through court to get it? This had to be some kind of sick joke. Hunter was certain of it now.

I just want to know you’re safe. From: Lover <3 7:56am What money did you use??? From: Lover <3 8:01am The maids are putting the house back together. Why was our wedding certificate in the garbage? Do you think you can leave me? From: Lover <3 8:03am I would love to see you try. Fine. You want a divorce? You can have one. I’m not playing Cinderella.

On the third day after our divorce was finalized, my ex-wife, Georgie Anderson, sent me a text message. [Why haven’t you transferred your salary from this month to me?] I thought she was joking. [We’re already divorced.] [So? What does it matter if we’re divorced? You should transfer nineteen thousand dollars from your twenty-thousand-dollar income, just like you did before. The remaining one thousand dollars will be your pocket money. When you were unemployed, I was the one who took care of you. Now that we’re divorced, you’re turning your back on me?] I stared at her text messages and fell silent for a really long time. Throughout our three-year marriage, I gave her nineteen thous

Yvette said, making me fume in annoyance. “Try harder than that. That’s a very lame lie,” I placed the ultrasound results on the table. “Anyway, you’d have to get used to seeing me. Hunter asked me to go with him in your pack and I agreed, of course. He already explained to you our plans about your divorce, right?” I tilted my head to the side, waiting for her reaction. “I did not, and will not agree to this divorce you speak of, you homewrecker!” she screamed, to my surprise.

If she had to do it all over again, she would still choose William. * In Stanley City, Hunter had just finished a court hearing when his phone rang. It was Joanne. “Hunter, you’ve probably heard about your dad being kidnapped, right?” “Yeah,” he replied, walking down the courthouse steps. “I heard he lost the use of his legs. He’ll never walk again.” There was a brief silence on the other end before Joanne said quietly, “I’m calling to tell you I’ve decided to file for divorce.” It had dragged on long enough. It was time to end this.

He looked as though he wanted to ask again but he didn't. Instead, he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "I know I don't deserve another chance." I remained where I was. "But I love you." My hand tightened around the back of the chair. He didn't look away. "I should have said it years ago." My arms folded tightly across my chest. "Years ago, you told me you loved someone else." His jaw tightened. "I know." "You asked me for a divorce." "I watched you ask the housekeeper to pack my things."

Hunter wanted to protest but his voice was not very convincing. “What is it, Hunter?” There was concern in Ethan’s voice. When Hunter stayed quiet Ethan spoke again, “I am reaching there by next flight.” “No … Ethan.” He rubbed his temples, “I am just overburdened, I guess.” “What's new in that? You were always a workaholic. So whatever it is. Tell me.” When Hunter could not speak Ethan said again, “Hunter! NOW!” “I gave her the divorce papers.” At last he spilled it out.

"And I can assure you, they wouldn't have thought the same of Hunter's ex-wife." Her heartbeat quickened, pounding in her chest like a wild drum at his words. 'His ex-wife?' she thought, her mind whirling. Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Simon continued, leisurely sipping his coffee. "Hunter had a failed marriage. It was a miserable time for him. I'm not sure if he ever mentioned Martha to you. They made an agreement when they got divorced two years ago. She agreed to part ways with him under a couple of conditions.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

There was no one to stop this crazy woman. “My wife is still sick. Please keep your voice down.” Old Mr. Hunt poured a cup of water for his wife and placed the cup on the bedside table while asking calmly, “Are you here to visit my wife? Why did you come here empty-handed? How old are you? Don’t you know about common courtesy?” Olivia stormed over and pointed at Old Mr. Hunt, gesticulating and cursing, “We’re not in-laws anymore. Your granddaughter already divorced Hank.