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

I said gently “I only have one request.” They all blinked, looking confused but eager for what I was going to ask for. Their father’s expression softened, “name it princess. We'll make sure you get anything you want.” I swallowed hard, “I want…’ I took a deep breath before I continued, “I want to divorce my husband.” Instantly, I saw five hardened expressions. “Divorce?” one of the twins echoed. “Princess, you… you were married?” Mr Hudson leaned forward, his aura shifting from a warm father to a powerful, dangerous tycoon.

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

My parting insult must have struck a nerve, because Hunter immediately took to our massive shared group chat to blast the news to every wealthy socialite and heir we knew. Hunter: [Debbie is playing the divorce card again. I told her she'd never actually leave Laurent, and that if she did, I'd be her dog. [She had the nerve to tell me even dogs don't want me! I'm running the books now: I bet she will come crawling back home within three days.] The chat blew up instantly. They immediately began placing extravagant wagers on when I would return. Some bet a week, others half a month, and some a full month.

Damson’s face darkened, anger fl‍ashing in hi‍s eyes. Bella smirked,‍ tilting her head. “How much is that, anyway?” she said casually. “I’ll refund it.” Dam‍son smirked at her words. Maya felt a flicker of confusion,‍ but then she read wha‍t he typed f‍or her. Her chest tightened. If you don’t want to leave, then file for a divorce‍ and go. The money you paid will be returned to you.

My eyes widened in horror as I listened to Julian and his assistant's conversation. "I always want to be with you, Jullian; I don't like how we always have to be apart and pretend," Mr William said in an irritated voice. "You need to get rid of your wife as soon as possible. Divorce Delilah, and we can finally be together openly." I heard him say, and my heart broke even more. I choked on a sob as the tears fell even more, blurring my sight. Julian's response came between moans. "In time," he whispered. "I need to break the news to her gently."

He was about to leave the room when Anna suddenly said, "There's something I want to talk to you about." "What?" Xander did not even turn back around. He assumed Anna was about to say something stupid again, and he was not about to waste his time on her since he had a lot of work to do. "I want a divorce, Xander." Xander turned back around and stared at her in disbelief. He could not help but think he had heard wrong. "Say that again." "I want a divorce…" Anna clenched her fists tightly as if it had taken her everything to say that little sentence out loud. She was still crying, but her throat and back were wound tightly like a spring.

And why did he have to look so serious about it? What happened to “I’ll give you the divorce you want”? Why are you messing with me like this? Aleah thought, her mind spinning as she stared at him. “What are you even talking about? I’m just enjoying looking at the baby, and here you are saying nonsense,” Aleah said, flustered. She gave him a light shove and took a step back to put some distance between them. “Right,” Hunter said, his tone suddenly colder. “You can’t even remember me. And you’re asking for a divorce. Why would you want to start a family with someone like me?” His words were sharp, and before Aleah could respond, he turned and walked away.

She turned and left after giving Shaun a warning. As he watched them leave, the housekeeper came out and asked, "Are you and Madam Sienna really going to get divorced? Don't you love her deeply?" Shaun smiled bitterly. "It's too bad she doesn't feel the same."

"I want you. You want your mother not to be lonely. Fine. I’ll remain her legal husband. She can stay with us, but I’ll devote myself only to you. Everyone wins.” "That’s madness," Wren whispered, even as her hips moved with him, unable to deny her body the pleasure he so frequently supplied. "Or," he said, sighing heavily with gratification, thrusting deeper, "I can get a divorce and we can get married. We can still see her often, baby. The choice is yours." What the fuck was she supposed to say to that?

I know that face. Soraya. She’s flipping through a magazine like she’s on a spa retreat, but when she spots me, her spine straightens. “Hunter,” she says, blinking. “What are you doing here?” I walk further into the room. “I could ask you the same, Soraya. Does your husband know you’re here?” “Ex-husband. We’re divorced.” “Right.”