Novel & Cerita Thalia Divorced

She took a slow step closer, the faint click of her heels against the floor making me flinch. “If you don’t walk away from Liam.. and I mean completely, permanently, I’ll make sure these pictures go everywhere. His parents. Your brother. Social media. You name it.” I shook my head, my throat dry. “You can’t... “Oh, I can,” she said smoothly. “And I will. Imagine the headlines: "Divorced woman seduces her brother’s best friend, seven years younger." Think about what that would do to your precious company’s reputation.”

The last time we saw each other, things had ended badly, and ever since then, she’d treated me with nothing but cold indifference. She really knew how to play her games, didn’t she? “What’s with the sudden invitation?” Sean asked as he lounged comfortably on a barstool. I’d asked him out for drinks in the middle of the night. “I’m celebrating,” I answered before finishing the rest of the liquor in my glass. “Celebrating what? Did something happen?” “I’m getting divorced.” He let out a dramatic gasp. “She agreed?” he asked, disbelief written all over his face. “She was the one who brought it up this time.”

Nyx whispered softly inside my mind. Let’s go, Viv. I swallowed the ache rising in my throat. “Yeah.” I tore my eyes away before Nthan ever find mine, with a thought in mind. I wondered if signing the divorce papers had been the easiest part of letting him go. “You should head home too,” I told Damien and without any further notice, took my purchases back and walked away. The drive home felt a bit longer this time, my thoughts remained somewhere between a midnight-blue dress, Nathan not denying any allegations, and a silver-haired man who had somehow made protection and silence feel comfortable.

"Oh, don't look so surprised. Boston's marketing world is smaller than you think. Thomas Reid, the eternal bachelor, suddenly has a plus-one, People notice." "Marissa," Thomas's voice carries a warning. "What? I think it's wonderful. Though I have to admit, I'm curious about the timing. Wasn't your divorce just finalized a few months ago?" She tilts her head, studying me with sharp eyes. "Daniela Reyes, right? From Prism?" I want to disappear. "Yes." "Interesting. Most people take some time before jumping into something new. Especially after such a public scandal." "What scandal?" The words are out before I can stop them.

It was like she was a magnet for pain. Now, she had lost Oliver forever. He was going to marry another woman and make a family with her. Where would that leave Thalia then? How would she explain to her daughter that they couldn't live with her father as a family since he was marrying someone else? Claire tried to swallow the painful lump in her throat and blinked back her tears, not wanting to cry in front of her daughter. “Mommy? Are you ok?” Thalia’s soft voice echoed in the backseat of the car.

From Kamila, May knew that the only person who used that room was the owner of the place and Madame Jade's boss, Nikolai Belosokov. Even though the men weren’t as brutal as Nikolai, didn't mean that they were any better. None of those men were willing to help her. None of them cared. She could beg and plead until she lost her voice, they would only respond to her cries with laughter and insults. One day, Madame Jade came with a stack of papers which she then tossed onto the bed. "Hurry up and sign!" the woman ordered shortly. May's hands trembled violently as she reached for the pile of papers and read its contents. It took two readings before she realized that it was a divorce letter filed

Now she fronted the desk at the famous modeling agency, and not once in the whole lousy year of their separation had Electa acknowledged that he was even alive. And now she was coming at him with a divorce petition as if she expected him to happily jump on it. Adrastos shaded his eyes by another millimeter, the dark iris glittering calculatingly behind the guard of his eyelashes as he considered the unfinished business he had with his very hurt, very British, runaway wife.

Olivia's desperate trap was the very key that was going to unlock my cage. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I didn't even flinch. I calmly walked over to the bed, picked up the envelope, and slid the documents out. My eyes flew over the bold letters at the top: DEED OF ABSOLUTE DIVORCE AND DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. Everything was going exactly according to my plan. "Are you deaf?" Gavin sneered, taking a step forward, clearly unnerved by my lack of a reaction. "I said sign it. I'm not playing games with you, Alia. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning. I won't let your unstable drama affect my child."

He answered on the fourth ring. "I'm at the hospital." I kept my voice flat, calm. "Josie's condition is escalating. The Doctor found a treatment that could actually help her but we need to move on it quickly and I need, " "Stop." His voice bored in a way that had always made me feel like I was standing on ice. "Stop doing this." "Cole, " "You call me every time you want to delay the divorce. I'm not stupid, Gwen." The word divorce landed between us with its full weight.

He said and bellowed, “Matthew!” A few seconds later, his Beta rushed into the office with a pale face. He looked around at the scattered paper and then at me before he turned to Kian. “Is there a problem?” He asked as he schooled his expression. “Yes.” Kian adjusted his tie. “Natalie isn’t feeling well. Take her home.” “Luna Natalie –“ Matthew turned to me with a terrified expression. “Let's go. I’ll drive you home.” “Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that! I’m nobody’s Luna. Kian, you have to divorce me!”