Quiero El Divorcio Novels & Stories

“And that means something to me.” “I don’t see why,” she mocked. “You could leave right now and he wouldn’t even notice. Why don’t you do us all a favor and just divorce him? He doesn’t love you anyway.”

Maybe it was selfish but he was the only one who could help me now. Aiden chuckled again before leaning forward, “champagne?” “No” I shook my head in the negative, “I am good. I only came to talk to you” “Typical Selena, always in a haste” “Yes, I am desperate at this point” I told him. “Hmmm, let’s hear you then” “I want to divorce my husband.” For a moment, even Aiden’s steady gaze faltered.

“How can you say this is best? Have you never thought about my feelings?” Nayla glanced back at Zavier with tears beginning to spill, asking herself if the man before her should be asking himself? Did Zavier ever think about Nayla's feelings? Nayla approached the table, her hands trembling as she touched the corner of the divorce papers. “I think about this every day, Zavier. That's precisely why I want this to be over soon. I don't want us to always live in an environment of tension and hatred.” Zavier looked at Nayla with eyes full of hurt. “Do you think your life will be better without us together?”

No one was going to rest until I got what I wanted. "Tessa listen to—" "I. want. a. divorce." I punctuated the words one after the other. "Fine, Tessa, but..." "But, what?" If Adrian knew how furious I was, he wouldn't be making demands, "Talk!" My patience grew thin. "Let's just take a break, like split up. You can move out, and you'd get your divorce once I'm sure it's you speaking and not the drugs." "This is not—" "Deal or no deal?” His brows furrowed.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." "In ten, twenty, thirty years, I want you by my side." "We'll travel everywhere together. I'll take you to Italy, to Greece, to all the places you've dreamed of seeing." "I choose you, Kelly. I'll always choose you." I looked down at the divorce papers in my hands. 'Does he really want to let what we have go? Just like that?' My legs gave out. I sank to my knees in the middle of the living room, divorce papers scattered on the floor around me, and finally—finally—let myself break.

"What did you just say?" "You heard me." I took a deep breath, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "I want a divorce. I'm done with you." He blinked, his surprise slowly giving way to irritation. "A divorce? You? What a fucking joke. You've been chasing after me for years, clinging to me like a shadow. And now you think you can just walk away? Please, you wouldn't last a day without me."

Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, I managed to get words out. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice raw and broken. "Carl, I want a divorce." She went very still beside me, her hand pausing in its soothing circles on my back. "What?" she asked carefully. "El, what are you talking about? What happened?" "I want a divorce," I repeated, because it was the only thing I was certain of anymore, the only clear thought in my head. "I can't do this anymore, I can't stay married to him, I want a divorce."

I must have looked stunned because he continued, his voice soft. “She wanted a divorce, yes. She needed to break free from you. She wanted to be far away from you. She doesn't want you to be part of her and her child's life. But she… still loves you, Diego.” “Divorce? She loved me? Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

"I don't think you know what you're doing right now. Go home and cool off!" "I don't need to cool off." My voice rang out, hard and final. "Grayson. I want a divorce."

It’s fine tho. I have decided it is best we get divorced . I want your happiness and been with me doesn’t make you happy. You can do whatever you like and have the best life you have always craved for. If you need anything, I am always here but the both of us are over. I will send you the divorce later for you to sign. I wish you nothing but the best, Brittany. *** This is definitely a dream, I said to myself after reading as my hands were shaking. “Not possible!” I screamed.