Shotgun Divorce Manga Novels & Stories

A shower of orange sparks and pulverized rust rained down upon them. Julian twisted the barrel of the weapon with bone breaking force, wrenching the heavy shotgun completely out of the smuggler's grip. He spun the heavy stock around and drove it brutally into the side of the man's skull. The smuggler crumpled to the floor, instantly unconscious. While the chaotic violence erupted mere inches behind her back, Chloe completely blocked out the deafening noise. Her pale eyes were locked onto the ruggedized laptop screen, perfectly synchronized with the glowing amethyst interface inside her own mind.

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

I closed my eyes a little and when I adjusted to the light, I saw the familiar man waiting at the altar with a priest. A piano background song started playing and the two men continued to drag me into the red carpet. While walking, I looked around. It's beautiful here. The walls, floor, ceiling, and chairs are all white. There is a large diamond chandelier by the altar and a few giant paintings of God. There are also white and red rose petals all around, lined up. As we reached the altar, the man to my left pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. Shotgun marriage usually happens when there is an unintended pregnancy resulting in marriage in a hurry or enforced but... not in my case.

He decided to engage in a serious conversation with him before tackling anything else. However, when it came to Lana, Hector displayed a different attitude. "Divorced? Well, that's not a problem! They say letting go of the past opens the door to a brighter future. "My grandson has also been through a divorce. What a coincidence, isn't it? Cupid seems to have aimed his arrows at both of you!" he remarked persuasively. Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes in disbelief. She found it hard to believe that Hector was fabricating stories just to convince Lana to stay.

'Why did he just leave us here like that? I thought. It was quite a quiet and deserted place, well it looked that way, but a few cars passed by. "Marina, I understand you okay? And I appreciate your efforts, huh? Thank you." "Bye Lena, Bye Madam." I ended the call with a big smile all over my face. Ah, I felt refreshed. "Give me your purse!!! Give me your fucking purse!!!" A weird-looking man pointed a gun at me.

It was a text from Cyril. “The security told me that you just stepped out. If you don't want a divorce, come back home this minute. If you pass the night outside, consider this marriage over,” I read the text as tears gushed down my eyes. I can't even have a moment of relief anymore because I married a narcissist.

But it looked like it was done with a blade. “Fuck you, dickless. You know well what my wife is capable of. That scar…” I pointed at his face. “Is from her blade. I recognize the pattern from other victims of Kitsune. So shut your mouth. Of everyone in this room, I’m the only one she wants to keep alive.” I rolled my eyes. “You will divorce or, better yet, annul the marriage.” Takashi commanded. I laughed so hard it hurt. “You are joking? No way is that happening. I love her, and I vowed till death. And that’s the only way it ends.” I shook my head.

*Final Chapter: New Beginnings* Sunita stood tall, her eyes gleaming with determination. The divorce was finalized, and she was finally free from the toxic relationship. But the wounds ran deep. Her in-laws had refused to return her jewels and silver goods, and the life insurance money was rightfully hers, but they had withheld it. Despite their cruel actions, Sunita refused to let them define her. She focused on rebuilding her life, and her hard work paid off. Slokh, on the other hand, had graduated and landed a good job. His grandmother's family recognized his hard work and dedication.

It took me three years to thaw the frozen heart of Theo, the Mafia's top surgeon, just to marry him. To be his wife, I shut down my documentary studio and locked my Best Director trophy from the independent film festival inside a drawer. I was willing to put away my camera and stay in the shadows as the woman behind the Family's chief surgeon. After he said having a kid in this business was a death sentence, I went to a clinic the very next day and got an IUD. Everyone in our circle was absolutely certain that we would be the perfect power couple. But today, on our fifth wedding anniversary, I decided to get a divorce. My lawyer was my best friend, Jade. She twirled her pen befor

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.