My Ex Husband Can T Stop Chasing Me After Divorce 소설 & 이야기

He doesn't need anyone else to believe, he just needs his wife to believe. "I'm very, very sure it's not my child." Reino continued, trying to get his wife to sit down on the sofa. "Besides, if you're sure it's my child, you don't have to be afraid to get tested." Again, Reino's words hit Mary. She couldn't move when she heard that, but the other side of her became greedy. Mary had liked Reino from the beginning. She gave him everything. She made some mistakes while dating Reino, but it was not on purpose. That's why Mary wants to come back after a successful divorce.

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

My heart wouldn’t stop beating fast as I watched her take my children away from me. Please, let me see them for longer. The words couldn’t come out because I knew even saying it wouldn’t stop Nicole from taking them inside. I let out a sharp breath when they all went inside and rested my head on the steering wheel. I fucking hate this. I wish I could turn back the hand of time, I wish I could set everything right and make things the same way it was before our divorce. I looked at the mansion one last time, this wasn’t the end. Just because she doesn’t want me to see my children doesn’t mean this would stop me.

The voice of a woman who’d swallowed a thousand rejections and learned to keep them down. Can you get this out of here?He didn’t look at her. Didn’t look at the food . This is the only thing you’re good at in this house. Serving food all day. Not contributing anything reasonable to my life. The words landed exactly where he aimed them: in the soft parts she tried to hide. Something shifted. Maybe it was the divorce papers upstairs. Maybe it was turning twenty-six on her knees. Maybe she was just tired of being a ghost in her own marriage.

Aaron asked “He asked for a divorce” the word coming out from my mouth was unsure. “What! You Idiot, he roared, pressing his hands against his head. Just one child is all I need from you and you'll secure the future of this family forever and now you've ruined it.” My tears came back flowing the second time, his words hitting more than kade's actions. I've signed the divorce papers, and I'm not going back to Kade, never. I said in between sobs. Losing myself completely.

were high school sweethearts that got separated when she moved to England. She returned two years ago with twin daughters and a dead husband… and my marriage has not been the same ever since. Raw, venomous rage shoots through my bloodstream. “Stop. Just stop!” I screech, my fingers already balling into fists. “Did you tell your boss that his son who has terminal cancer has been waiting for him since this morning because he wants to hear his daddy sing ‘happy birthday’ to him?” I ask angrily. “Does he even remember that he has a wife and child?”

"I never stopped caring about her, the divorce was necessary but it didn't change how I feel." "Then why—" "Because caring about her means protecting her," Antonio said, his voice hard. "Even if that protection looks like abandonment, even if it means she hates me, she's safer believing I moved on than knowing the truth about why I had to push her away." Vincent nodded slowly, understanding written across his weathered face. "The enemy hasn't made any moves toward her yet," he said. "But he will eventually, he's too obsessed with destroying you to ignore an ex-wife who's suddenly become a public figure again."

“Argantara! We haven’t taken care of the divorce papers at the civil office yet!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the silent living room. My fists clenched, breaths ragged, eyes fixed sharply on my husband who was adjusting his work suit. Argantara froze mid-motion. His gaze darkened, piercing me with warning. “Devia, can you not talk about divorce in my mother’s house?” His voice was low, tense. “Do you know what will happen if she finds out we’re divorcing? I could be disowned!”

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.

This might have been the first time something like this had happened, but one thing was certain: it wouldn't be the last. Just as I had poured my sweat, energy, and countless sleepless nights into building Andrew's company into what it was today, I was going to tear it down with my own hands. And when I was done, I would build my own company right in front of him and watch him regret ever taking me for granted. However, as satisfying as the thought of revenge was, there was something far more important weighing on my mind. My illness. If only I could find a cure or, at the very least, a treatment plan that would keep me alive and healthy long enough to deal with Andrew and Tessa, I would be