The Young General's Unwilling Divorce Novelas e Histórias

"The nerve of you to bring that up! Forget it, just shut up. From now on, don't ever step foot into the mall. Stay at home and focus on the pregnancy. Once you give birth, we'll get a divorce!" Mrs. Jennings was shell-shocked. "W-Why? I'm about to give birth to your child, and you're telling me you want a divorce?!" Mr. Jennings was beyond furious. "How clearly do you want me to say this? Ever since I became the general manager of this mall, you've completely lost your mind. You shoot your mouth off everywhere you go. I don't know what in the world you're thinking! I told you to keep a low profile. Keep a low profile! Do you know what that means?"

Being made a count or a marquis was already a remarkable achievement. "Furthermore," Derek continued, "Lady Sinclair reported to His Majesty recently that when General Warren proposed marriage to her, he vowed never to take a concubine in his lifetime. That was why she married into the Warren family. "Now, General Warren seeks to marry General Yates based on his military accomplishments. So, Lady Sinclair requested a divorce. After consultation with the queen dowager, His Majesty agreed that General Warren was at fault. "In line with that, His Majesty has issued this divorce edict. Henceforth, both families have no ties, whether in life or death. This is as decreed by the king!"

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "There's nothing inappropriate going on between Francesca and me, Evelyn. Besides, I promised you at our wedding that I'm never divorcing you." I stared right at him and smiled, asking, "That's not the only thing you promised me—how many of those have you actually kept?" "You!" Ian shook in anger. "You're truly unreasonable!" He stormed off in frustration, not forgetting to take Francesca with him. I let out a laugh. "You've already signed the divorce agreement."

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

"Billie! What are you doing?!" A girl rushed in, pushing a disabled girl in a wheelchair. Ah—Elaine, the mistress. And her yapping little lapdog, his sister, Alice. "Why're you still here? No one wants your bad luck!" Alice barked. "Damien, didn't you say she'd be kicked out today?" I crumpled the divorce papers and ripped them in half without hesitation. "Divorce who?" I scoffed. "I'm the general of this nation. I cannot be divorced so easily. As long as I'm the head wife—you will remain a concubine."

"Are you crazy? Your grandmother made you and Eleanor get married so you would take care of her for life! Now, you want a divorce just a few years later?" Mr. Graham, seeing they were about to start an argument, quietly slipped away. There were only the two of them in the living room, and the atmosphere was cold. Richard massaged his forehead with a cold expression. "Grandma forced me back then, and now, you want to do the same? I registered my marriage with Eleanor to honor her wish, but it's clear that forced relationships don't work. I don't love her, and I never want a life with her."

"He's even bringing her over for dinner tonight." Ollie's eyes grew round with exaggerated surprise. "Whoa! What did you do to get her to agree to end up with you?" He chuckled and punched me on the shoulder in what was supposed to be a playful manner, but he deliberately packed a lot of power into the punch. I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince. "Well, I'll believe you've gotten yourself a fiance when I see it... Oh, sorry, her." Grandma Martha nodded in agreement. "Anyway... did grandma tell you I've gotten officially divorced? I've gotten someone much, much better, someone more worthy of our family name." "Good for you," I said, keeping my expression deadpan.

They got intimate? "Damn it.".he gritted between his teeth. Why would they make out when they had just few weeks to go? He'd been so happy when his informant reported that they barely lived like couples in the house. It gave him hope that Adira wouldn't have a difficult time moving on when they divorce. So, why the hell were they getting intimate with just little time left? He rose to his feet, inserting his hands in his trouser pockets and pacing round his office. What if they become too attached and cancel the divorce plans?

"Definitely. Henley and Maureen grinned at this idea. But Georgina's smile dimmed a little as she looked in the direction Charlene and Stewart had gone. "Charlene doesn't seem keen on the divorce," she said. Could it be that this divorce won't go through after all? " From what Vesta told me, Thorne has always been quite decisive," Maureen said, her eyes freezing. All he wanted was an 8:42 appropriate time to prevent offending Irma. Vesta has always been Thorne's obsession, and now that she has put her life in danger for him, Thorne's decision to file for divorce without telling Charlene indicates he is no longer prepared to let Vesta suffer for Irma's sake. The likelihood of this divorce suc