The Film Emperor Asks For Divorce Every Day Novels & Stories

A name I don’t know. Nico. I don't ask. I stare ahead, filing the name away. Minutes pass...ten, maybe twenty. I lose count. The food sits cold between us. I am sitting in a private jet with the man I married this morning, watching him stare at a blank screen as if he’s ready to tear it apart. "You're still looking at me," he snaps. He doesn't even turn his head. "What is it now? Do you want a different dessert? Money?"

"He couldn’t just give me money. He couldn’t just let me walk away. Because in Kaldor, when the emperor himself is in your debt, the empire cannot allow that to simply exist. It has to be balanced, in a way that imperial things make sense." Understanding began to move across Carl’s face. I saw it start in his eyes and move slowly down, like a shadow. "He then wanted to marry me," I said, flatly. "As a reward. As a way of making the debt fit into something that made sense to the empire. He wanted to marry the girl who had saved him, not knowing that the girl was not a girl, that I was not the person he thought I was at all." The silence that followed was huge. It stretched between us and thro

“Don't pay attention to what she says.” "Then why not get a divorce?" Bernice kept going. "Didn't you say you don't love her?" Lacy’s face got darker. "I'll take care of it. I do want to get a divorce, just not right now.” "It's not the right time." Bernice asked, "Then when is the right time?" Remi clicked her tongue and looked at her with sympathy. "Really? You still don't understand? He just doesn't want to get divorced.”

Bryan bent down, picked him up, and smiled—a smile I hadn’t seen in weeks. “Her name is Lila,” he finally said. “And this is my son. His name is Jayden.” I took a step back. “Your… son?” He nodded, like it was nothing. “We’ve been together for a while ,” he continued. “I didn’t know how to tell you. But now I think it’s time.” “Time?” I whispered. My legs were shaking. He nodded towards the white envelope again. "Sign the divorce papers, Maya. I want to be with them."

But she said nothing. Antonio just shrugged, didn't meet her gaze, only focused on Abuelo. "Didn't she tell you?" "Tell me what?" Abuelo snapped, his patience running thin. "We are divorced, right, Emily?" He raised his brow. Emily's lip twitched. Abuelo's face scrunched. "What? When?" Antonio smiled. "When? 'How' should have been the question. It's a question Emily is still asking herself." Knowing who she was, he decided to play her games. Do anything in order to end this joke called a marriage.

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

He was stripped of his title and exiled 3,000 miles north. His Majesty had only meant to punish him, but my father refused to stay quiet even in exile. He sent three petitions begging for the crown prince's reinstatement. The Emperor's fury knew no bounds. An imperial decree followed. I was to take my son and join my father. As a mercy, I was permitted to travel freely without chains. That same night, my husband, Minister Roland Sacchetti, handed me divorce papers. "Elise, my career has been without blemish. You can do nothing for me now. Don't drag me down with you."

Evanna left with Clay. Meanwhile, I sat alone in my chambers and didn't make a scene. At last, Father's old retainer returned with an imperial summons. In the council hall, I kneeled and bowed my head. "Your Majesty, I beg you to allow me to divorce." "Benedict, get up," the emperor said, looking like he had a headache coming on. "Your family's estate has long since become a pile of ruins, and it is empty and abandoned. Where exactly will you go after the divorce?"

"You think you can get pregnant by meeting the Emperor in your dreams? Do you think we're naive three-year-old kids?" Then, Jethro's eyes flickered menacingly. He asked the Empress, "I'll ask you again, who is that unruly man?" The Empress was so upset that she yelled, "Jethro, don't find fault with me! I am innocent, and there is no unruly man." "Well!"

"Divorce? And then what? Who would marry you after me? Face it, you're just an ordinary woman now! No one else would want you." I met his gaze, unflinching. "You're right. I may no longer be an Astral Maiden, but even so, you're unworthy of being my husband. As for who I'll marry in the future, it has nothing to do with you." His face contorted with anger, the polished charm of a top scholar crumbling. He let out a mocking laugh. "Our marriage was decreed by the Emperor himself. The only way to divorce is for you to cut your hair.