Thalia Divorced นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She said to the chauffeur, then she slid the glass up. Racheal looked away as her mind briefly went back to that long road trip with Steffan just before their whole world fell apart. She brought her attention back to the present. Her mother was watching her, waiting for her response. “Thalia hates me. I doubt she would suddenly stop even now that Steffan and I would be getting a divorce. If her family were truly allies with Roslyn, Roslyn would run to them now for help. I want to bring them down before that happens.” She said.

' and she was not my match since her standard was lower than mine . ' I have tortured her for divorce , first she said no and endure it and now I haven't raised my hand on her from the past 2 months .. she gave me Divorce .. why ! ? ' ' why did she divorce me ? ' ' you always wanted divorce now you got it ... So , you want to know why ! .. are you crazy or you have became due to happiness ! ' his inner self mocked him . ' no it's not like whatever you're thinking .. I am just being curious to know her reason because what is that which is more painful than getting abuse torture

"Not anymore. You see, when you so helpfully signed our divorce agreement, you also signed over full ownership of the company to me." "What?” Melanie asked weakly. “That can’t be right." There was a hint of a smile on Hardin’s face as he answered. "Surprised? This company is mine now, Melanie. You signed it over along with everything else." Melanie staggered backwards in shock. Dear God, what has she done? How could this be happening? "Here, darling sis, take a good look.” Natalia slid the divorce papers from yesterday across the table. Shakily, Melanie picked them up, and her eyes scanned the fine print rapidly, then landed on the highlighted clause at the bottom of the last page.

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

Hannah muttered, "I saw Jake and Carla traveling together on Instagram." I stayed silent, suddenly realizing that after every previous divorce, I had compulsively refreshed Jake and Carla's posts, torturing myself. Except this time. Seeing my quiet, Hannah's tone softened with sympathy. "Did you two… divorce again?" In our circle, she was the only one who knew about my repeated marriages and divorces with Jake. "Yeah… divorced." Hannah sighed, offering a steady stream of comforting words.

“What are you talking about?” “I’m divorcing your son, Aretha,” I said, lifting my chin. “I don’t have to do anything for this pack anymore.” She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “A rogue like you, willing to divorce? Don’t make me laugh. Who do you think you’re challenging? You think you can walk away from your responsibilities?” Her words stung, but I refused to back down. “I’m leaving,” I said firmly, my hands tightening into fists at my sides.

"You are now protecting another woman in front of your wife? Not just that, you even doubted your own wife and the queen of this empire seeing that a princess, you brought from war is trembling behind me? Just you know, your majesty. I am more shocked to hear from a servant rushing to the princess, merely saying that you are waiting for her. Did you even wait for me, your majesty? Even once? You couldn't even wait for me to prepare myself early in the morning to see you off to war. For goodness sake, you will leave not knowing if you are coming back yet you left like as if you didn't leave someone here. How can you be so considerate to her yet strange to me?" "I am..." "You are what?" she sn

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

But no matter how many times Thalia kneeled before Graves pack, clutching her son and pleading for forgiveness, Alpha Leif remained unmoved. He simply ordered his men to send her back. And then, the divorce papers were served. Since Thalia had been the one to betray him, she had no claim to Graves pack’ wealth. Alpha Leif had hired the best legal minds, exploiting every loophole to sever all ties with her. In the end, all she was entitled to was child support until their son turned eighteen. To Alpha Leif , that was a pittance. When my mother finally realized that Thalia was no longer her golden ticket, something snapped inside her.

Fiorella had stood firmly by my side when I hit rock bottom, and I would never abandon her. I looked down at my phone, finally reading her rapid-fire text messages. “Zlata, hello! Thalia is heading to the palace today. Is there any way you can meet her and plead her case to the Queen?” “Hello? Are you there? Will you help her?” “Why aren't you answering my calls? Is everything alright?” I let out a heavy huff. It looked like Fiorella had also fallen completely under Thalia’s toxic spell. It wasn't a surprise; Thalia had always put on a stellar performance whenever she chose to play the martyr.