Novel & Cerita Obsessive Love-struck Fodder: Reborn To Seek Divorce

I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself, “I still love this man.” There was silence on the other end. “Jenny,” Sandra said gently, “I know we are classmates. I know you’ve loved him for so long. But this is too much. One minute he’s confessing his love to you. Two minutes later, he’s with another woman. Please. Just leave him.” “Do you think I’m not trying?” I asked, swallowing hard. “He doesn’t want a divorce.” “What?” Sandra’s voice sharpened. “He doesn’t want one? Then what does he want? To keep making you suffer like this?”

Charlotte asked. “Because men are pathetic. The moment you ignore them, they come crawling. Back then, Sarah was even more clingy than you, and James couldn’t stand her. But after the divorce, that little tramp didn’t pay him the slightest attention. Now he’s obsessed with her. The reason he left Sarah for you in the first place was because you stayed distant. That mystery pulled him in. So, Charlotte, reclaim yourself. That’s the only thing that matters.” Then her tone shifted—still sweet, still gentle—as she cooed at the baby in her arms, but the words that followed were laced with venom.

“It’s been long I got laid, I want to remain devoted to my wife, the De’ Luca’s don’t commit adultery and it won’t start with me.” Her eyes searched mine as if she was trying to see the truth, I could see the fear, doubt and uncertainty, but I saw something else that mirrored my hunger. Maybe this hunger will be killed once I have her in my bed. What the fuck was I doing, holding her and staring at her lips as I if I want to devour. This was strictly business. Love is sickening and I don’t do love, I can’t afford to fall in love again, again? That wasn’t love but an obsession likened to addiction. I should give her space before this worsens.

“Dearly beloved Charles, I have waited for you for a long time, and I am now tired. I gave you my love, my all love in true wedlock. I offered you my assistance in anything that concerns the task of a true wife in a good coordinated wedlock. I refused any man’s company after I gave you the vows of love. But, now, I am so weakened by your acts of indifference toward our everlasting vows. I am paralyzed and dejected by your sinful apprehension, which your ills and amoral characters disdained our status. I am so terror-struck that I have not comprehended or hardly could give answers to what your proper plans were about me. I have in these many months of your absence from me dreaded of your inte

I was so crazy for her that I accepted her immoral proposal to keep the relationship after her marriage. "Don't do this", I clamour. "You know how much I love you, Thea. I have always done" "I never said you didn't. I did too" "Don't you love me now?" "Not like before" "Then why are you even with me? Why did you even come back?" My voice starts breaking. "Because there's something in you I'm obsessed with. That doesn't count in love. I can't risk my whole life after this petty obsession I have with you"

“Dearly beloved Charles, I have waited for you for a long time, and I am now tired. I gave you my love, my all love in true wedlock. I offered you my assistance in anything that concerns the task of a true wife in a good coordinated wedlock. I refused any man’s company after I gave you the vows of love. But, now, I am so weakened by your acts of indifference toward our everlasting vows. I am paralyzed and dejected by your sinful apprehension, which your ills and amoral characters disdained our status. I am so terror-struck that I have not comprehended or hardly could give answers to what your proper plans were about me. I have in these many months of your absence from me dreaded of your inte

I pulled my old, dusty luggage from the back of the closet and began folding the few clothes I owned. It was pathetic, really. As I laid out a faded blouse, I realized I couldn’t remember the last time Adrian had bought me a single thing. My life here was a cycle of unpaid labor and emotional starvation. He didn’t touch me unless he was drunk; he didn’t speak to me unless he was criticizing the salt level in his soup. In my previous life, I had spent my nights sitting by the window, literal tears in my eyes as I begged for a crumb of his affection. Thinking about it now made my stomach churn with a violent, oily sickness. *Never again.* I needed concrete proof. From my past life, I remembere

I wish I didn't love it so much, “I like to feel like you need me. I want you to need me all the time. And I know you like that.” I do. "Still, it’s not normal, especially not now that we’re divorced,” I murmur, ignoring the discomfort I feel at that word. Farrow’s grimace lets me know he felt the same way, “We need to fix that.” "It's not a fucking issue to fix, Sky," he rolls his eyes, "It's our love, that’s how it works, but you're still looking for the bad side of everything because you're mad at me. I get it and you have the right... but that won't make me stop, especially not now. I impregnated you against your will, I have to make it up to you. I have to be punished. So, you should ma

I pulled it out and stared at it. These were the divorce papers. I asked a lawyer to draft them six months ago. I hid them in my bag because I was too afraid to show them to Raphael. I kept hoping he would change. I kept hoping he would look at me and see a wife. I wanted him to hold me and tell me I mattered. Now, I knew he never saw a wife. He saw a captive, or he saw a spare organ for his stepsister. He let me bleed for a woman who hated me.

Thinking about it now, maybe the result before rebirth was also a punishment for her actions? Sophia tapped her finger on her temple, and didn't look at Maya's reaction: "We might as well solve the problem from the root cause. I'm curious about one thing now. Anyone with eyes can see that there is no love in your relationship. But why is he rather act in court than just agreing to a divorce?"