Shotgun Divorce Manga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In the quiet of the hospital room, Shopia stared blankly out the window. Her heart churned, her mind a storm of thoughts. In just a few days, her life had turned upside down—from being a single mother struggling on her own, to a woman caught between two men, each with a past and ambitions of his own. But today, she had made her decision. Shopia took a deep breath. In her hand was a signed divorce document. Her fingers trembled as she waited for Hunter Jackson to arrive. This was the end of a long, exhausting chapter… and maybe the beginning of something new.

So what option did they give you? "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Miner stands up and does that ridiculous chuckle or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid, and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photos, and you and Mr. Morton can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it."

He choked on the smoke, bent slightly as he coughed. When he straightened up, his voice was controlled again. "You actually want to divorce me." "Yes." He was quiet for a moment, processing. Then, flatly: "Why." I took out my phone and opened Noemi's secondary social media account, the one she hadn't shared with anyone at the club, just friends. I'd found it after I woke up inside this story. I scrolled through the photos without a word. All of them were of her and Renato.

he continued, “go to the city guard and retrieve the footage. I want you to destroy it. Do that in front of me, and we’ll move on from this. In a few days… we’ll complete the mating ritual. Isn't that what you wanted?” He paused. “As long as you let go of what Sandra and her mother did, Aria—I’ll marry you.”

Shayari literally shouted in frustration "Promise me that you will not leave me! Promise me that you will not give me Divorce! Swear on me that you will not do anything like that and you will stay with me only." Aarhan said as he pushed the tip of his manhood inside her snatching the last bit of sanity she had left

DAMIEN “What are you saying, Doctor?” I asked, a furious look on my face. It was a long day and I wasn't in the mood to play any games. I had just arrived from the office and my car was still parked in the driveway. Ever since I divorced Shawna, it's been a hell of a long shitty week. I always return from work exhausted and the fact I have to see Eugene’s face in my home made me feel guilty. Six weeks ago when I was still married to Shawna I went to a club and got drunk. When I woke up, Eugene was naked and in my arms.

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

The only person who visited him during that time was Damon, who brought two documents with him: the divorce agreement Ryland had signed and the finalized property settlement. He handed both to Ryland, who was alone, completing his discharge paperwork. "Mr. Webster, the waiting period has ended. As of today, you and Ms. Cameron are officially divorced." Looking at his own signature on the divorce papers, Ryland thought back to a month earlier. Back then, he'd watched eagerly as I signed my name. Now all that remained was despair. He laughed at himself for believing he could have everything he wanted. He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end.

"It's 'cause you married ME. You got to flash the Cortese name. And now you're losing your mind over a stripper?" He was shaking—could've been fury, could've been shame. Fists clenched, veins popping. "I'm done!" he roared, loud enough to rattle the windows. "I'm done living like a damn parasite! Done letting you pull the strings!" I didn't blink. "Then what do you want, Damon?" He sucked in a breath, eyes wild—like he was walking himself off a cliff. "I want a divorce."

"DON'T DARE TO ASK ME THIS QUESTION GUNDU (fatty)..Suddenly he raised his voice and start to shout..WHAT YOUR THINKING ??..I AM HERE TO TALK YOU LOVELY..DON'T EVEN DREAM ABOUT IT..I JUST HATE YOU..WHENEVER I SEE YOU I JUST WISH TO KILL YOU..YOU SPOILED MY LIFE..JUST BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID DIVORCE I AM HERE..BEFORE GETTING DIVORCE WE HAVE TO LIVE IN SAME HOUSE FOR 6MONTH..THEN ONLY WE CAN GET DIVORCE..DON'T YOU KNOW THAT ??..JUST COME WITH ME..STAY IN MY HOUSE LIKE A DUST FOR 6 MONTH..DO YOU UNDERSTAND??