Novel & Cerita My Divorced Crybaby

“Baby, tell me the truth. You're not really cheating on me, are you? You wouldn't do that to me, right? I scoffed. What the fuck is this? And was that tears hanging at the corner of his eyes? Wow. I've made my conclusion. It's either this man really had a split personality disorder or he was just trying to insult my intelligence. And the thought that it was the latter made my blood boil. “And what if I am? What is it to you?” I barked. “Wow. you didn't even deny it. Well then, the divo–” “We're getting the divorce, Noah," I started and I couldn't miss the slight moment of relief that flashed on his face before he put on that pitiable expression again.

The crying baby. Rowan felt anger rise like a controlled burn. “You threatened my family.” “No,” the voice corrected smoothly. “We assessed your priorities.” The calmness was more disturbing than rage. Rowan’s voice lowered. “And what did you conclude?” A faint pause. “That you hesitate.” Amara’s fingers tightened around Rowan’s sleeve. Rowan’s expression hardened. “I don’t hesitate.” “You ran,” the voice replied. “You divorced. You distanced. You avoided.” Each word struck like a calculated blow.

“What papers?” I moved slowly, dread dripping down my spine as I reached the desk and my eyes skimmed through the words. DIVORCE. I gasped, the word cutting the air out of my lungs. “Divorce? W…what is the meaning of this? My voice cracked horribly. “Adrian… what did I do?” Adrian didn’t even look at me as he adjusted his cufflinks. “What you did or didn’t do,” he said flatly, “is none of my business.”

Why did he care for her so much when they were getting divorced? Although he admits that Kristel provided him with mental and physical support in the one year of their marriage, as she handled his well-being when he was sick. He returns no emotional attachments to her except money and bed. While he was generous to her allowance, he used her body and did whatever he thinks is an exciting play to his heart’s content. On the other hand, Kristel didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry with the concern Galvin showed her. Why now when he was about to divorce her? Isn’t it ironic?

I yelled as angry tears left my eyes. Nate bowed his head momentarily as he walked away from me. “This news must never leave this room. Hate me all you want but what is done is done and I can never grant you divorce. You will no longer be allowed access to the penthouse, it has been sold. Your things will be brought to you tomorrow. We are husband and wife, Vivian, till death do us fucking part.” he said and left the room closing the door behind him while I slipped down to my knees and wept till I passed out.

Perhaps her agreement to the divorce was not a reflection of a rekindled romance with her ex-boyfriend, but rather a desire to find her own path to happiness and healing. Fueled by a mixture of anger, confusion, and a growing sense of insignificance, Jaden let out a frustrated cry and kicked his leg on a chair, his emotions boiling over. The idea that Nancy still harboured feelings for her crush, combined with her seemingly easy acceptance of the divorce, left him feeling discarded and unimportant. His mind raced with thoughts of Rita finding solace and pleasure in the arms of another man. The memory of their intimate moments together haunted him, tormenting his thoughts.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

After a moment, he stopped and dragged a hand through his hair. “So let me get this straight,” he said, glaring at me. “For three years, you talked about nothing but wanting a divorce. And now, you finally got one!” He clapped his hands in exasperation and stalked towards me. My jaw clenched tight as I struggled to reel my temper in. “You’ve got your woman back. You're about to be the youngest billionaire in the whole state. So tell me why you’re sulking around, throwing tantrums like a heartbroken teenage boy.”

The crystal-clear water, makes it possible to see my reflection and truth be told, seeing me this pale and with dark circles under my eyes, makes me remember the reason for these and without being able to help it, I cried. 'We were supposed to talk about my pregnancy, how come all of a sudden I have a divorce agreement in my hands? Is it funny for him to get married and divorce when he wants to?' "You're such a fucker" I whisper angrily as the tears I shed join the crystal-clear spring water. "Why is it that whenever I meet you, you are always crying and cursing? Is it a hobby of yours or did it always come at a bad time?" asks a man at the edge of the spring.

my voice cracked, my eyes watering. Wondering if I'm really worried about Carlson or being broken seeing Jamie with another girl. A new girl. Is that his new girlfriend? I thought it was Veronica… I thought it was the other lady… “Hey,” Carlson called, but I ignored him. He noticed I was crying, but I don't actually know why I'm crying. So many things have been happening at once, including my parents' divorce, which is taking its toll on me each day. They are my superheroes. They made me believe in love, and I'm kind of wondering if all that love and affection they displayed right in front of me meant nothing to them.