Mr. hunter, madam want a divorced again Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Anyway, that's all I want to say. No matter what you guys think about this deal, I have to make things right for Liana. I will officially announce to the public that the breakup is mutual decision between the two families. Also, from now on, please treat Liana with the respect she deserves because even after the divorce, she is still the mother of my child!"

The Ares family’s villa. When Madam Ares appeared at the door of the villa, she was intercepted by the gatekeeper. "Madam Ares, Old Master Jack told us not to open the door for you if you come back." Madam Ares’ face turned pale. "What… What does he mean by that? We aren’t divorced yet." The gatekeeper said, "Old Master Jack said that he has already submitted a divorce application to the court. Your divorce procedures will be carried out by professionals, so you don't need to meet each other."

It would seem wrong so soon after Helena’s death. Quinn approached first, giving me a tight hug. "Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair," she said, a genuine smile lighting her face. "Now if you need a good divorce lawyer…" She laughed when Hunter swung his intense eyes on her. "I'm joking, calm the farm, will you. You know I'd look for a hitman first." My mouth dropped open, had Quinn said something to Hunter? "Quinn." "Don't worry, Grace, Hunter can take it, he is a big boy. He just needs to know I'll be watching."

“What’s this?” “Divorce papers,” Hunter replied flatly, his voice calm but firm. “I don’t want to drag this out, Serena. I’ve made my decision.” Serena let out a dry laugh. There was no joy in it. “So you finally grew a spine. Handing me divorce papers… after everything I’ve done for you?” Hunter remained standing, locking eyes with his wife. “I know this isn’t easy. But our marriage has been dead for a long time. We’ve been staying together out of habit, not love. I don’t want to keep hurting each other.”

“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.

He gritted his teeth and enunciated each word with a deep voice. “I swear that I’m not lying to you.” While trembling, the housekeeper said, “I-I even heard Madam telling the man on the phone that she was already in the middle of handling the divorce procedures with you. Once everything was done, she would head to Country X with him. She even asked the man if he was willing to marry her.” “Country X?” Rodney’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t she say she wanted to go to the States?” “I have no idea. Anyway, I heard her saying she wanted to go to Country X.” After finishing her sentence, the housekeeper lowered her head in trepidation. She did not dare to look at Rodney anymore.

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.

“So…” “I want to proceed with the divorce.” “Oh.”

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.