Novel & Cerita Please Marry Me With Divorce In Mind

he shouted. My gaze darkened. “Why don’t you adopt someone?” I said quietly. He laughed in disbelief. "My wife will give birth.” “And if she doesn’t?” I replied calmly. “I’m offering you an easier path right now.” The waitress returned, placing the dishes on the table. “Enjoy your meal,” she said softly before walking away. I pushed one of the bowls toward Dominic. Greyson stared at the boy for a long moment. “We’ve never met,” he said coldly, standing up.

How to move on from the past when it still made me scared? I was about to retreat to my room when I heard him, "Marry me then." Confused, I turned to find him on his knees, staring at me. "Marry me and then leave. You say I don't understand, then make me understand. Marry me and divorce me. Ruin me in thousand ways if you want. I don't care. Give me the biggest happiness I gave you and then shatter it." My phone slipped from my hands. "Do it. Ruin me. Break me." He diverted his gaze to the floor. "You've all right." How could I break someone who had become too much in my life? Had he gone mad? How could he even think I would marry and divorce him just for the fun of it?

I sat in the bed and his words echoed in my ear, "Don't spoil your life. I can't think anyone other than her as my wife. I married her soulfully. She is my wife. Even if the fate destined to marry you, I would definitely divorce you. I don't want to spoil your life that is why I am informing you before the marriage itself. I can't imagine my life with you, please get away and have a successful life ahead. Don't spoil your life, "

My love. “Answer me!” I urged. “Tell me why you want to divorce me! I want to know! I have been nothing but faithful to you all these years. Even when you ignored me at times, I stayed loyal. I chose you. I loved you. Tell me, Sean. Why?” “Because,” He cut in, his jaw hardening. “Clara is pregnant.” He finally said. I felt dizzy almost immediately, stumbling back but I held the chair in a firm grasp to catch myself.

Not this way. “I think you got the wrong idea, Mr. Heinsberg. I don't want a real marriage. I want to be chairman of Cooper groups. It will be a marriage of convenience. We will act as a couple in public, nothing more than strangers in private. It will be a public wedding but no registration. Once I became heir, we faked divorce. I will give you half of my assets like a normal divorce.” I declared, crossing my arm against my chest with a straight face.

“We’re divorced, Marcus. I can see whoever I want.” Marcus’s expression darkened. “You are still mine, Sophia; I just agreed to the divorce because you threatened me,” he muttered, stepping closer. “Didn't you always look forward to consummating our marriage? Tonight, I’ll fulfill the one thing you always wanted. I’ll make you mine.” Sophia’s heart raced as panic overtook her. She watched, horrified, as he began unbuttoning his shirt and removing his belt. She wanted to scream, but her voice failed her, her limbs numb as he approached.

“Take your divorce papers. “And remember this. “I’m the one divorcing you. “My parents treated you so well, and you deliberately misled me into letting them die. “I regret ever marrying you.”

“For a second, I actually thought that she would happily give me a divorce. But I was wrong. So damn wrong.” “Of course, you were wrong.” Mathew looked up. “Did you really think that she would easily let you go? Inaya is like those psycho villains in dramas - she might not want you, but she would be damned if she let her possession go.” “I am not a possession.” He grunted. “And I will make sure that I get this divorce at all costs.” “Good luck with that. I am pretty sure Parker McBell might have seen the trending proposal clip right now and believed that you finally want to go public with the marriage.”

He simply pulls away and marches inside. As they enter, a newly married couple bumps into them, beaming with joy. “Oh! Sorry,” the bride says cheerfully. “Are you two getting married as well?” Laura and Chris remain silent, stiff. “Or… getting divorced?” the groom asks, raising a brow at their silence. Laura forces a smile, masking her discomfort. “No, we’d have to be married first before getting divorced.” The woman laughs. “Then you are getting married, aren’t you, Miss Laura?”

When the bride and groom walked out from backstage, the last of my illusions shattered. Timothy Zuckerman and my wife, Wendy, stepped out arm in arm, looking deeply in love. The tenderness on her face turned my hands into fists. Through the roar of applause, her eyes met mine. She instinctively tightened her grip on Timothy, who was startled by her reaction. I strode forward and landed a hard punch across his face before turning back to her. "Hey, Wendy. Marrying into the wealthiest family in the country wasn't enough for you that you had to play house with someone else, huh?"