Relentless Pursuit After Divorce Novels & Stories

"I’m just saying that I wanted some excitement and to feel like a man. Men is polygamous in nature, you should accept it. I walked out of the room. I didn't cry. I was too tired to cry. I came back to the room and shouted, Let's get a divorce,he had no sign of regret in his face,he smiled instead,And for the first time in my life, being tired felt like a good enough reason to stop. I walked to my son door and called Leo?" No answer, His bed was made neatly, his black hand bag was gone, "He’s probably with Sarah," I whispered to myself, trying to calm down.

Owen bought those things, and since I was forced to leave everything behind in the divorce, they belong to him. "Well, if that's the case, let me cut to the chase," she said. "Owie and I are getting married soon, so I hope you won't reach out to him again. I'm sure you don't want to be the kind of woman who clings to someone else's husband and gets called a homewrecker, right, Ms. Zeller?" And with that, she hung up. After saying all that with zero shame, she actually went ahead and blocked me.

“Tyler, why didn’t you tell us about the divorce?" "You should’ve discussed it with us beforehand, especially since you know that we don’t tolerate divorce in our family." "A Walter can only marry once and that’s for a lifetime,” Chris stated as he hit the ground hard with his cane. I swallowed hard. I completely forgot about that. The Walters are very traditional and they don’t believe in divorce. Once you marry, you have the responsibility to make it last a lifetime. Now, I guess our divorce would create a huge problem between Tyler and Chris Walter.

"Damien, whatever romantic notions you have about that girl, let them go. You don't even remember her. Move on." "What if I don't want to move on?" "Then you're a fool." Her voice turned icy. "That marriage nearly destroyed you. You were distracted, unfocused, weak. After the divorce, you became the man you were meant to be. Do you really want to throw that away for a woman who's already moved on?" "Has she? Moved on?" Victoria laughed, but it wasn't a kind sound. "Why don't you ask her? Oh wait, you did. And she told you to leave her alone. Take the hint, darling."

I loved her with every fiber of my being, I gave her the world, literally everything but yet she chose to betray me, in the worst way possible and —even went as far as trying to poison me. She wanted me dead, so she could have her freedom. Mom tried to warn me, about her, her family but I didn't listen. I let her manipulate me with her lies and deceit. I let her break me beyond limit, leaving me heartbroken and shattered. And now, out of the blue, she's bringing up divorce. Just wow. She wants to be a whore so bad, she keeps lying about everything she has done but I can see it in her eyes, the desperate need to get rid of me.

When he looked back at me, he still didn't interrupt. "You don't get to decide one day that you want it back." "I know." His voice barely rose above the wind. I stepped away from the railing. "I can't pretend those three years of marriage never happened." I turned toward the rooftop door. Behind me, I heard him draw a breath. "I'm not giving up." He said. My hand rested on the door handle, but I didn't look back. "I'm not asking you to forget." His voice carried across the rooftop. "I'm going to earn another chance."

“You’ve got to be kidding me, man.” “I wish I was,” a dry, heartbreaking laugh left me. “She’s no longer the woman I dreamt of getting married to. She’s obsessed with work. She barely talks to me without saying hurtful things, I just—” I pinched the bridge between my brows, letting out a shaky breath. “I just want my wife back. And it’s so fucking hard when she’s never around.” Sebastian’s brows furrowed deeply. He placed his feet back on the ground, then leaned against his desk, brown eyes locked on me. “How long has this been happening?”

She might return back to the gentle and adorable version of her. Divorce. This word was like a huge hammer, smashing brutally on Alice’s heart. No. They could not have a divorce! If they were to divorce, that meant that all her years of cosmetic surgery and her effort had gone to waste! She spent so much time and effort just to become Luna Gibson, to become the unattainable woman that he had longed for. If they got a divorce, her past six years would have been for nothing!

"Go ahead, focus on your work. I'll try to visit when I can." I squeezed her hand, feeling she had returned to being that impressive, capable woman. Her professional achievements had always been admirable. Back home, I saw Shelia's text message. This time, the divorce proceedings shouldn't have any surprises, but why did I find myself hoping for the unexpected? Feeling dejected, I went to the estate's gym and did a hundred push-ups, a hundred bench presses, and ran on the treadmill for half an hour. Exhausted, I took a cold shower and went to bed.

LUNETH "What do you mean?" I asked. Melissa was bolder than I would ever be. I would have never been bold enough to even mention a divorce to the Moreaux family, even though I felt my marriage to Kellan slipping out of my hands. "How can I continue to live in this marriage when everything seems to be slipping out of my hands?" "Calm down and explain what happened to me." Why did it bother me that after all she had done to me, she was going to get a divorce? Shouldn't I be dancing around the place in joy that I had gotten revenge on her without even lifting a finger to that effect?