Novel & Cerita My Divorced Crybaby

Dotty asked, her eyes sparkling, cutting into her salmon. “You tried to outdrink that rugby lad and ended up singing karaoke with a barstool.” I chuckled, the memory pulling me back. “Yeah, and you were no better, dancing on the table, yelling for an encore. We were a mess.” “The best mess,” she grinned then leaned forward. “I miss those days. You’re all serious now, Mr. Power Couple with Aaliyah Hayes. How’s that going?” I tensed and my smile faded. Aaliyah’s divorce plan flashed in my mind, the ones I’d pieced together from Lisa’s confession.

She only snapped back to realization after a few seconds. She grabbed his hand and cried in desperation, "Divorce? No, we still have a child! You can't abandon us!"

"So I went away to calm down." May's five friends looked shocked by her reply. "Divorced?" one of them asked, a blond man with a handsome face. "What happened?" May shrugged her shoulders. "Just wanting different things, I guess." "Yeah...well... Forget about Sean," Naomi chimed in with a wave of her hand. "Honestly, I never liked him anyway. He's too selfish and controlling. It's a good thing you finally divorced him. By the way... you look beautiful, girl... Who did you come with?"

Her sobs caught in her throat, silent but no less real. Even if she wanted to leave, she had nowh‍ere to go. Th‍e savings s‍he‍ had were tied‍ up i‍n the house she had paid for. Filing for divorce w‍asn’t just impossi‍b‍le emotionally it was‍ a process that needed money sh‍e didn’t have. Maya curled herself into the ch‍air, her body trembling. She had been betrayed, humiliated, and left al‍one in a home that should have been hers‍ too.

Xavier pulled back slightly to study my face, asking whether I had come for the holidays or intended to stay longer, and I managed a strained smile as I told him I was there to stay, realizing in that moment just how much I had truly missed him. When he asked about Emiliano, the weight in my chest tightened again and the truth spilled out before I could stop it, as I admitted in a choked voice that we had divorced only three days earlier. Xavier did not question me further, instead pulling me back into another embrace as he told me softly that it was fine because he needed me and the company needed me, and I closed my eyes against his shoulder as I let myself sink into the only sense of safe

“I’ll stop bothering you. I’ll stay out of your way completely if that’s what you want just please-” “This marriage is over.” He said in a tone that left no room no arguments. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face now. “Where am I supposed to go?” I cried brokenly. “I have nobody left…” My parents were dead. My uncle hated me. I had no money and no family. Nothing. Damien’s blue eyes remained painfully emotionless. “That’s not my problem.” he said casually like he wasn't ruining my life.

"I've come to bring you home." "Home?" I let out a short, dry laugh, my eyes full of mockery. "I think you must be confused, my lord. I am no longer the Lady Regent. You and I are finished. I have a perfectly good life here in the Southlands, and I have no need of your concern." "The divorce decree was a forgery." The words tumbled out of Edric in a rush, urgent and unsteady. "Felicity imitated my handwriting. It was never my intention. I never wanted to divorce you. Never.

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

ANGEL “Tell me what he likes, and we’ll go from there. You know… like his favorites? Is there anything specific he’s been looking forward to?” “Divorce,” I blurted out. “What?” His brows pulled together. “Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I mean… I don’t really know.” Whoo! Good thing he did not hear me clearly. His expression shifted to confusion. “What do you mean you don’t know?”