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

He will never go scot free for humiliating her in that manner. “For your information Mr. Hunter, I am not interested either to be part of your family . I wonder why you and Andres are world a part . He is nice but you are ruthless. Yes…. I am a divorcee and a mother who love her life so much. Mr. Hunter, did you think that a man who divorced his wife and abandoned her, is better than me? You have no right to soil my name. I guess you had no idea that I know that you have been going after a married woman”

"In three days, I'm going to take Ada out of here. You should be prepared in advance. Madam Kent's treatment should be advanced." Viola Turner is still a little afraid. He can protect Ada Wood. He is afraid that her stubborn temper and refuse to leave. Take her away as soon as possible before the trouble gets too big. Early in the morning, there is no one at home. Ada Wood feels bored and turns on the TV. As soon as the picture was opened, the old man's face appeared without warning. "May I ask Mr. Hunter that we often see young master Hunter taking all kinds of women in and out of various hotels recently, does it mean that the wedding between master Hunter and Miss Hill may be cancelled?"

Hunt said. "I'll think about it" Rowen replied. "You don't need to think about it, where are you? I'll come to pick you up myself" Mrs. Hunt replied. "I'll come back myself mum" Rowen replied. "Please come back, don't Marry again, I won't ever disturb you again, just come back to me," Mrs. Hunt said. "Okay, I'll come back when your husband change, I've been doing you guys' wish since, it's high time I start doing what I like" Rowen replied.

Hunter said and Sadie narrowed her eyes as if she knew where Hunter was going. "No thanks, I want to go home now," Sadie said. “No, no wait,” Hunter said. "What?" Sadie said. "What about my offer?" Hunter said. “Your offer? Which one?" Sadie said. “To marry me,” Hunter said. "Oh, I think your head hit something, and I have to hit it again, don't talk about it in front of me, I don't want to get married," Sadie said. “Oh come on, you don't have to think about your finances anymore if you're with me,” Hunter said.

“Let's proceed with the divorce without any of these strings attached.” Victor's eyes were cold, scrutinizing me as if searching for the truth he believed was buried under layers of deceit. He leaned forward, his voice low and accusatory. “Why do you want to leave me so badly, Aria?” he asked, his tone dripping with suspicion. “Is it because you cheated?”

Barbara gathered her strength to go to see Martin. She knocked the study room’s door and after hearing Martin’s voice, she went in. “What’s the matter?” “Sir…..” Barbara was hesitant but when Martin looked her in the eyes, she finally continued, “I heard from madam, you and her will get divorce.” “It is her who wants it, not me!” Martin said shortly “Sir, please do something to make madam stay! She said, she planned to leave from here,” Barbara informed him

The woman everyone referred to as the one who got away. The white moonlight who never needed to raise her voice or lift a finger—because her existence alone was enough to cast a shadow over my marriage. “She’s back in the country now,” Mrs. Samuels said. “The board approves. The investors approve. Even his father agrees it’s time Sam corrected his mistake.” “And Anna?” Claire asked, gently. A pause. “She’ll understand,” my mother-in-law said. “She always does.” I stepped back quietly, heart pounding, plates trembling in my hands.

I muttered. She didn’t stop. I watched her tuck a folded sweater into the side pocket. Wrap the charger cord neatly. Pick up a folded envelope and slip it into the side of her purse. “Natalie’s gone,” I snapped, louder now. “The dog’s back. What more do you want?” She turned slowly, then. And when our eyes finally met, I swear—for a second—I felt like a stranger looking at a stranger. “I just want a divorce.” Her voice was low. Controlled. So quiet it felt like a knife between my ribs.

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.

“Good morning, Dylan.” “Good morning,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “I want to file for divorce.” There was a pause. Just a brief one, but it was there. “From your wife?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” he asked carefully. “This is not something we should discuss over the phone. And it is your second marriage.” “I am sure,” I replied. “Start the process. I want everything done properly and quickly.” “All right,” he said after a moment. “I will prepare the documents and get back to you today.”