Romans & histoires The Ex-husband Wants To Get Power Every Day After The Divorce

She literally was surprised as she knew about the marriage but she never expected it to be the next day. “Poor child, that's a heartache dear. Soon, your son is going to have a new mother. Isn't that what you wanted when you signed the divorce contract with him? There's a lot you need your ex husband for, you can't do anything by yourself. It has always been him who has been doing everything for you. There's a huge contract coming up very soon and if you don't work hard I'm going to steal it from you.” She said imminently and smirked mischievously.

Paige huffed, “Cedric be serious, you are the only one grandma will leave her inheritance to and you know that. You don't even need me. Please let's just end this, I beg.” Cedric shook his head, “Forgive me, Paige but I can't do that. We are Married. And we will stay married.” “Then what about Marlynn? She is waiting for you and you are just stuck here with me when we were supposed to be divorced by now. This isn't a joke, Cedric.” “You really hate being married to me that much?” “Cedric, this isn't about that. I'm causing you harm. You have the news of your supposed wife cheating on you with picture proofs of these rumours every day on national TV, tell me, how good is this for your busines

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

“You got divorced, right? Separated after six years?” “Yes,” I say. “Right now, we’re amicable. Coparenting.” “But you two are not in a relationship?” I shake my head. A visible look of relief washes over her. “I quite like Tristan. He’s a very handsome man. I was divorced recently, too. Very ugly affair. My ex-husband was a mess. He cheated on me multiple times, you know. He said that I was far too busy and he needed attention. I served it right to him and left his ass when I finally found the strength. I’ve been having one night stands since then.”

I raise my voice to match his, feeling desperate as each word that spilled our lips were like poison that none of us would be able to swallow back. I don't want to give up, I couldn’t afford to back down. I have to prove my point to him. However, I know deep down that nothing would change. How cheap was I to hold onto false hope? Martin's eyes are red from suppressed anger. Without any another word, the man turned and walked towards the door, slamming it open and strode towards his car. However, before he drove away, as if he found my heart unwounded enough he uttered words that would forever haunt my dreams, "My lawyer will bring the divorce paper for you!"

Taylor leaned back slowly, her hand pressing lightly against her forehead as though trying to steady her thoughts. “So let me understand this,” she said, her voice measured now, controlled in a way that suggested effort. “Your wife has left you. She has taken the company. You are officially divorced. And someone you trusted has taken what remained of your money.” Matthew did not interrupt. He simply nodded. Mrs. Taylor’s hand dropped from her forehead, her gaze fixing on him again. “So the company is not yours,” she said. Matthew held her gaze. “Yes.” Mrs. Taylor inhaled slowly, the breath catching slightly before she released it.

she stammered, pushing back her chair. But she barely took a step when Massimo’s voice lashed out. "I’m getting a divorce. I'll have my lawyer prepare the documents. And the debt your father owes me, ensure it’s payable immediately. Your presence irks me too much already." The room was a frozen tableau of cruel satisfaction. Uncle Dan’s lips curled in a satisfied sneer. Katherine’s throat tightened, but she met Massimo’s gaze without flinching. "Fine. Let me know when you’re ready."

**Third person** “What wifely duties?” Valerie snapped. Her eyes dared him silently to repeat the rubbish he just spat. “I'm your husband, remember?” He raised a questioning brow at her. “And we're still legally married.” “Oh, that's what this is about?” She scoffed, disgust written boldly on her face. “My lawyer is already preparing the divorce papers.” “That's not what I mean.” Adam frowned. “And we're not getting divorced.” Valerie ignored him and began walking away, not wanting to spend another second in his presence.

Obviously, this guy is using our wealth and power! "You're unbelievable! You agreed to marry me because of your greed for power! Disgusting! And it's clear that you want to have a child just to give satisfaction to your parents!" He closed his eyes tightly and felt the sensation for a moment before finally facing me. "Whatever you want to believe, then. I fucking promise you our divorce, when all of this is fucking done." I want to punch this man for acting like he didn't want what was happening when it's obvious he likes it. "How can I believe you when all your honor is nothing but bullshit?"

Those who have worked with him for years have learned those lessons a long time ago and many of them learned it the hard way as well. “What I say is none of your concern, but you are not allowed to speak badly about my wife, are we clear?” see? Told you so, but one word rubbed me the wrong way and my mouth simply refused to stay shut, “Your ex-wife dumb ass!” As soon as the words were out of my mouth he narrowed his eyes my way, “For now. But as soon as we land in Washington, we are going to change that. After all, everyone knows you are crazy and I will have no problem making your statement disappear or have no weight and we do not need to get married again, because it will be as if we neve