Novel & Cerita My Divorced Crybaby

That wouldn’t do. She refused to treat me as her husband, and she refused to act as my wife, even if we were divorced. It wasn’t like it was a public divorce – even grandpa didn’t know. I expected her to be devastated, to be bereft, completely broken after our divorce. She didn’t even cry. She had become more stubborn, more bold, and admittedly, more radiant. It had to be because of the pregnancy.

“No, don’t cry baby. Even if we separated in our life’s.. you are still my daughter and I am still your mother. No matter what happens I am always here to support you. So don’t cry” I didn’t notice that I am now crying. I can’t believe that at my age, there is a possibility to have a broken family. Even if dad is busy in his works, it is not as if they are annulled or what. Not seeing each other and getting divorce is completely different thing. Why did they even get married if they are going to divorce after many years?? “Mom, why?” I asked her

He was completely wasted, holding onto the gravestone while bawling his eyes out and mumbling incoherently. "Mom, I'm sorry. I was a bad son. Mom, please hit me. Can you wake up now and hit me?" Caleb was still wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday. He looked haggard as he had dark shadows under his eyes and stubble on his chin. When he saw me, Caleb clung to my leg and cried miserably, "Honey, can we not get a divorce? I've lost Mom. I can't lose you too. It'll kill me.

This time, I'm not covering for you! Sasha pulled a document out of her bag and slapped it on top of my legs over the thin blanket. Divorce papers. On camera, she played the tragic wife to the hilt. "Let's get divorced. I don't want a dime from you. I just can't live with someone this unhinged anymore." Her live stream chat went wild. "Sasha, that's the right call. A guy like this should've been dumped ages ago!" "She's gorgeous and fearless! Sasha, we've got your back!"

Aria wrapped her arms around my stomach. She is really caring and very understanding; her beauty is inside and out. She even asks me to not to buy flowers, saying sorry is enough for her. Remembering Chloe she isn't like that. She only cares about what are the newest fashions. Brand new phones. New lingerie from Victoria secret. What irritating about it? She needed to buy it that day that she found out. She will ask for my card or she will call Sabrina to put money on her card. I never talk to her from the day we got divorced. She never deserve Luke and me. Darkness consumed me.

The moment he saw the divorce papers, he immediately replied with three question marks. I didn’t care how he felt. Even if he disagreed with the divorce, the court would automatically grant it after three months. Seeing that I hadn’t responded, Harry decided to call me. While he was calling, I was busy unpacking my things in my new apartment. He assumed I was intentionally ignoring his calls. So, he vented his emotions in our chat. “I went on a trip with Emily to cheer her up, and then you inexplicably send me a divorce agreement—what’s that about? I know I was wrong and I’ve said I would compensate you. Hailey, can’t you be a bit more mature and stop causing a scene?”

"Everyone online is waiting for some good news. Timothy, let's finalize the divorce soon. Otherwise, what you're doing now can be considered bigamy, and that's illegal. His brows knitted tightly, his expression stubborn to the point of despair. "Josie, what I have with her is just for show. I need her for her commercial value right now, but I'll never marry her. And I won't divorce you either." I couldn't help laughing. "I used to think that Yasmin meant something special to you. Turns out, you treat every woman the same." His gaze dropped. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, his voice low. "Do you remember the night it snowed, when I came looking for you? I stood downstairs for

She was crying so hard like she was really broken and there was no putting her back together. I stood there and let her cry, not saying anything yet because sometimes the only thing you could do was let a person fall apart before you figured out what would come next.

Rowan might not be all I wanted him to be , but I will make sure my child will never lack anything. The words felt strange, yet comforting.I had been so alone for so long. Now, I wasn’t. I sighed, pulling out my phone. As I stared at the screen hoping maybe Rowan would call or text but he didn't. He doesn't care at all and getting it over with him will make it much better.I wasn’t surprised. How many nights had I stayed up, waiting for him to come home? How many times had I worried when he didn’t answer his phone? He can't change all of a sudden because we are getting divorced, though this will give him enough opportunity to be with someone he loves or the person they have waited to give the

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg