Romans & histoires Please Divorce Me

I asked, the words coming out of my mouth before I could stop them. “You really don’t get it, do you?” Vivian said, her voice soft, almost pitying. “If you want peace, if you want to get your life back in order, then there’s only one thing you need to do.” I waited, my stomach churning. “Divorce him,” she said simply. “Divorce Roman. And disappear from his life.” The words hit me like a slap across the face. Divorce? Was she really asking me to destroy everything we had built together? Everything we had fought for?

I looked down at the sandwich on my plate, torn into tiny pieces I had not even noticed destroying. "I want a divorce," I stated flatly. Danika's eyes went wide. She dropped my hand like it had burned her. "What?" She practically shouted. "What do you mean by divorce?" "The child is gone." I explained, twisting my hands together in my lap. "This contract marriage, the revenge, Jason and Chloe already got their karma. So I just think I'm done honestly. I'm tired, babe. I'm so tired of all of this." "Shut up." Danika stood up from her chair so fast it scraped against the floor. "What nonsense are you talking about? What divorce?"

"Let me say what I need to say then we can leave ." "Let me say what I need to say then we can leave ." "I will be expecting the divorce papers on Monday, I am setting you free so as you can be with this woman you love."I stuttered , suddenly feeling my head so heavy. He unexpectedly pulls me to him, my chest pressed against his,"Don't leave me.Trust me I love you so much.I don't want this divorce.I know you can never love me and that's why I am letting you go." A drop of tear dripped from his eye.

Nothing but cold determination. I looked at him—really looked at him—and saw only a man determined to destroy me. Everything else we've been through didn't matter to him. And to think...I'd almost convinced myself he'd fallen in love with me. "I want a divorce," I whispered brokenly. And then I turned, not waiting for his reaction, and I walked away.

His stare remained sharp, but there was a flicker of surprise—as if he didn’t expect Sarah to fight back. “If I’m no longer accepted by the Vexler family, and if you as my husband never respect me as your wife,” she said hoarsely, “then let’s get a divorce!” The words echoed through the quiet room. Ronan stared at her for a long moment, expressionless. Then suddenly his voice exploded, cold and loud. “NO!”

Mandy Norton woke up to the faint sound of birds chirping outside her window. The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. For a moment, she forgot everything—her life felt almost peaceful. But then she turned to her bedside table and saw the white envelope resting there like a ghost from the past. With trembling hands, she reached for it. As she tore open the envelope, her heart pounded in her chest. Her breath caught when she saw the words she had feared for so long: **Divorce Papers**.

The door closed. Roman stood at the window in the empty penthouse and he thought about wildflowers and a girl who ported cylinder heads by hand and a dinner on Thursday with a woman named Valentina he'd never met and didn't want to, and six weeks, and a name he hadn't said out loud to anyone outside his family in his entire life. He pulled out his phone. He opened the thread. He typed: *i know you don't want to hear from me. but i'm going to keep saying it until you believe me. i'm sorry. take it back.*

Ethan's POV The divorce papers lay on my desk like an accusation. I hadn’t moved them. Couldn’t. They dominated the polished mahogany, a stark, white monument to my supposed liberation. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Lila Blackwell v. Ethan Blackwell. Her neat, final signature. That note. I'm finally giving you the divorce you badly wanted. Consider yourself free.

I unlocked my phone, and it buzzed to life with a flood of messages from every chat app, all congratulating me on the new drug's successful first phase. Keira had gone wild in the group chats, tagging me nonstop and sending digital gift cards like confetti. But as I scrolled through the flood of praise and flattery, not a spark of joy stirred in me. I stayed in bed for a long time, lost in a haze of thoughts. Finally, I grabbed the divorce papers and dragged myself out of the room. The living room was empty. Keira was nowhere in sight. On the coffee table sat a ticket to a concert by my favorite singer, Tyler Combs. Next to it was a sticky note in her familiar handwriting.

his this question mocked me for my loss . Anger ran in my veins .. my breathing started to get heavily and fast .. while my eyes they became little bigger in size as throwing angry " Why did you divorce me .. answer me this and I will go from your house it's a promise " he said .. I jumped on him and pulled him by his collar as he is taller than me .. I pulled his head down till my face to look deep in his eyes .. " What do you want to know Varun .. why I divorce you .. I leave you because you never wanted a wife or life partner .. you want a woman's pussy for your hungry animal and a embryo to pop out your children .. your heirs ..