Quiero El Divorcio Novels & Stories

“I need a divorce, I’m going to call our lawyer to get the paper ready by this weekend because I don’t want any further delay” “Why are you so in a hurry to leave the marriage? As far as I am concerned you never complained about something and I will ignore you” “I’m in a hurry to leave so don’t try to stop me” “If there is something bothering you or anything you want to discuss then let me know because you haven’t given me a solid reason for wanting a divorce” “I have said this before and I’ll say it again, it’s my life and my choice so I don’t need to give you any reason behind my decision or else I want to but unfortunately I don’t want to”

I look away and she reaches for my arm, turning me slightly to face her. "You and Mona haven't patched things up?" "There's nothing to patch, we're getting divorced, that's what she wants,it's final." "But is that what you want?" She drags out the you. "You know best well the answer to that, but I'm not going to tie her down and force marriage on her, we just can't force love and you of all people should know that best."

“You know that I can’t solve your problems. You have to do it yourself. I can only help you clarify your thoughts. Since you don’t want a divorce, then don’t. Why make it so difficult for yourself?” I frowned, still not fully understanding my own feelings. “I just can’t make sense of why I don’t want a divorce.” “What are some reasons you can think of?” Yohan asked, his tone professional. I hesitated before answering, “Maybe I have gotten used to her existence. Maybe it’s because she’s the one asking for a divorce, and I’m not happy about it. Maybe I have fantasies of her…” “Fantasy?” Yohan raised an eyebrow, looking at me with curiosity.

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

he asked as he began going through it. “I want a divorce,” I said without hesitation. A loud chuckle escaped Duncan’s lips as he tossed the papers aside. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked. “What does it look like? I’m asking for a divorce. I'm tired of this goddamn thing we call a marriage,” I said as I picked up the papers and shoved them back into his hand. “I’m sure you have nothing to lose. Like Sarah said, you never really saw me as your wife. So I’m sure it won’t hurt at all to let go of this marriage,” I said as I turned to walk away. But Sarah’s voice suddenly rose.

I whispered with forming tears. "But what pains me the most is the fact that you lied to me, I still can't believe you have another wife, no matter how much I try to over look that I just can't, don't you think I have suffered enough?, Even though you hate me, the best you could have done was to let me know, finding out about something as important as that from a stranger hurts, yes I'm useless but you have no right to make me feel more worthless than I already feel, Noah I promise I will help you recover, but in exchange please divorce me, I want to be happy and get married for love, I also want to start my own family, I don't want to forever stay with you so please when you get better divo

His hand gripped mine so tightly that I winced in pain. "Where have you been?!" "Adrian, it hurts. Let go of my hand," I protested, trying to free myself and immediately put some distance between us. "I want a divorce,” I declared to him. "What did you say?" Adrian looked surprised by my statement, and so did Sheila, who began to rise from the sofa. "You didn't hear it? I want a divorce!" I said firmly. Adrian sneered. "You think you can run away from me? We will never divorce, Vivian. You won’t get what you want."

“You heard me Dad, I want a divorce. I no longer want to stay married to Jack.” I repeated my earlier words. “You’re not getting divorced, Nicole,” “I am. I don’t want to stay married to him anymore dad, I want a divorce. I just came over to let you know so you wouldn’t be seeing it on the news. I’m ending our marriage.” I squeezed the key again for support. Gosh, I still can’t remove the image of Jack fucking Laura from my head. The more I think about it the more I really want to hit someone.

“Make me. Or are you going to cut yourself again? Are you going to bleed until I take it back? Isn't that what you have been doing since we got married? Manipulating me to always give in to your fucking whims!” “Kai—” “I want a divorce,” I said, leaning toward him. “I want it on paper, legal, and final. I want you out of my life and Lukas's life, and if you think a week at some fucking lake house is going to change my mind, you're more deluded than I thought!” “Stop it,” Stein growled, his eyes fixed on the road. “No! I won't stop! I've been stopping for months, biting my tongue, swallowing my pride, and letting you destroy me piece by piece—”

She only wanted the divorce and to finally be free. Gathering more evidence would be pointless. It was better to focus on one thing—ending the marriage and moving on.