The Young General's Unwilling Divorce Novels & Stories

The latter didn't want the divorce but sounded like he was ready to go through with it by the end of the call. If that were the case, why even call? Why bother looking for Macie? Nolan shook his head, feeling like he couldn't understand the younger generation. But since Edward had mentioned that he hadn't seen the document, Nolan decided to bring it up with Yosef first thing in the morning. Meanwhile, back at Fowler Group's headquarters, Edward printed out a divorce agreement. He signed the document without reading the contents and took it home with him.

It hadn’t even been five minutes since I told them about the divorce, and everything was already spiraling. “Mom…” I turned to her with teary eyes, my voice trembling. “Dad just hit me.” “Shut your filthy mouth and answer your father. Did you divorce your husband? Yes or no?” I stared at them, stunned. Why were they acting like this? They had never looked at me with such disgust. It was like they wanted to rip me apart. I shook my head, trying to calm myself. They probably just didn’t understand the full story. So I started to explain, from the beginning, about my so-called friend and how James betrayed me.

In my past life, my sister and I got married on the same day. I married Ethan Vance, a conservative, old-school business tycoon. My fiery temper clashed with his family's rigid rules, and we fought constantly. My sister Seraphina married General Alexander Marshall, a cold and ruthless military man. She was gentle and timid, and while her husband was always away on duty, his adopted sister Sophia tormented her endlessly until she fell into depression and died. The first thing I did when I was reborn was swap husbands with my sister. Before the wedding, I made a deal with Alexander: "This is just a political marriage. We each get what we need. No feelings involved." But after we married,

Between bits of gossip, I caught a few things that mattered. “...Goddess, they were the perfect couple, both gorgeous, good lineage, we were already picturing the babies...” One laundress said it as she wrung out some shirts. “Shh, keep your voice down, Lucrecia. You know that topic is off-limits,” said another woman, a fuller-figured one, glancing around. I bowed my head, pretending not to listen, but what came next stuck. “The General’s life has been so tragic. Such a good man, on the verge of a wedding, and he didn’t even get to keep his fiancée...”

Just shook my head and again gave my attention toward my work. She wants this marriage to work. Huh! I don't think her Grandson wants the same. He will definitely divorce me later after torturing me. Or it can be that I will get rid of him only after my death. Her Grandson is a Devil in disguise. “You know there is a saying goes,

This wouldn't be a problem. After noting down a few points, he picked up another book. It's a story of a warrior and his wife. They both were married and loved each other. But because of his constant battles and his responsibility to save people, there were cracks in the relationship. It went to the point of divorce. From then, the Army General pays attention to her. Even though they were married, they never consummated due to a long war. When they were about to consummate the marriage an emergency came that the general has to leave immediately. The Lady was heartbroken too much at that time.

He did it so carefully, as though he weren't the man who had just divorced me for the ninth time, and as though he weren't about to light up the entire city for another woman. He truly was a remarkable actor. He deceived those young women with their innocence and deceived me with promises of forever. I remembered what he'd told me after our first divorce: I was the only person he loved and that the women outside our marriage meant nothing and were just a bit of fun. I believed him. How pathetic. Not wanting to dwell on the past any longer, I decided to step outside for some air and clear my head. Just as I was about to stand, Ryland pressed a hand over mine. "Stay here and drink with everyon

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

His hand dragged across his face, pressing briefly against his mouth before falling away. Sophie watched him pace, her gaze following every movement. “How did she even get the divorce papers?” she asked. Matthew stopped again. His shoulders lifted slightly with his inhale before lowering again. “It was Isabella’s idea,” he said. Sophie’s brows lifted faintly. “Of course it was.” Matthew ignored the tone. “She said that if I truly love her and want to be with her, I should get the papers ready,” he continued, his voice controlled, almost too controlled. “So that all that would be left is Ava’s signature.”

He has gone from being a loving husband to an asshole. Or maybe he was always one but I was too blind to see it. Until Now. I watch as he reaches his briefcase. He takes out a file and shoves a file into my hands. "Just sign the document.” His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open. The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin. DIVORCE AGREEMENT.