The Young General's Unwilling Divorce Novels & Stories

"How could you not know? You said back then that I was like a kid, and you would keep such an important thing. Now you told me you forgot where you put it. Is it a small thing? How could you put it randomly?" Lucien looked at Savannah in a daze. She was so bold and straight in front of Master Handerson. Why did she still want to divorce him? Strange things happened in many families, especially in the Handerson Family. Callan held back his laughter and pretended to be innocent. "I really don't know where I've put it. It's no use blaming me. When we got married, I didn't expect that we would get divorced someday!" "You..." Savannah was speechless. She had a good reason to refute it. But why co

Her usual demeanor probably meant she was happy. Seeing Theodore's dark expression, Yuvan couldn't understand. Did Theodore really want a divorce? Yuvan couldn't tell. Honestly, Yuvan felt that Cynthia, who always acted like she was a fragile, delicate flower, was not as good as Rosalie. "You're dismissed," said Theodore, wanting some time alone. "Yes, sir. I'll be outside. Just call me if you need anything." After Yuvan left, Theodore took the divorce papers out of the envelope.

"You should know when to give up, Josie. Even if you refuse to divorce him, it won't stop Timothy and Yasmin from being together!" I stopped and turned back to face her, feeling nothing but disgust. Looking at her cutting expression, I scoffed, "You used my daughter to lure me here just so I'd see something this filthy. That must've taken effort. But the one refusing to divorce and is still clinging to this marriage is your son, not me." "You—"

Chuck fell limply to the ground in despair. My mother-in-law was stunned when she saw everyone leaving the party. She had never expected things to turn out this way. Even Candice was flustered. She tugged on my mother-in-law's sleeve. "Mrs. Jameson, I…" It only annoyed my mother-in-law as she pushed Candice aside. "Stop calling me that! This is all your fault, you jinx!" The show was about to begin as they started turning against each other. I approached Chuck and flung the divorce papers into his face. "Sign them, or you'll be in tomorrow's headline."

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

Charles asked carefully. I leaned back against my seat, my fingers drumming rhythmically against my knee. It seemed it was high time I stood back and observed how this entire game was going to play out. Last night, Lyra had threatened to file for divorce if I refused to give her a child—she was still obsessed with securing an heir. “Drive, Charles,” I muttered firmly, closing my eyes in exhaustion. He started the engine and pulled out into traffic. Camilla... what on earth are you plotting?

It was different when you were the one at the center of it all, when your life became public commentary, spoken about so easily by people who could never stand in your shoes. Clayton had appeared in newspapers long before he joined the military and earned recognition within its ranks. Olivia on the other hand, was equally renowned in her own right as the youngest neurosurgeon in the country. They were seen as the perfect couple on the surface. So it was no surprise how people reacted when, in a single morning, their marriage fell apart. “Now that you’re about to be divorced, perhaps those waiting for their turn would—” “Stop.” Olivia cut Nurse Jessy off before she could finish, pinching the

"Lucas, tell me, you will divorce her, right? What you said before about using her as my shield, was that true?" Lucas frowned. "You're weak right now. Don't overthink things." Sophia's tears began to fall, her pale, delicate face evoking pity. "Lucas, you promised me you would divorce her. Why are you still together after all this time? “If... if you really fell in love with Miss Young, just tell me. I'll let go. You don't need to worry about my leg. I'm used to the prosthetic now; I can live just fine."

The question hung in the freezing sea air between us—heavy, ancient, and filled with twenty-two years of lost time. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "I would tear up every divorce draft. I would burn every court order. I would spend every day learning how to be a husband instead of a tyrant." I paused, looking past her toward the warm light coming from the living room windows, where Noah and Elias were moving through the illuminated frame of the glass. "But I don't want to go back anymore, Serena," I added softly. Serena’s dark eyebrows rose slightly in quiet surprise. "Why?"

I paused and uttered slowly, "Also, Neil and I are officially divorced. The Young family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore!" Marianne's voice was shrill, almost piercing my eardrums. "Good riddance! You’ve been married for two years, and you haven't even given birth to a baby yet! My grandson should’ve divorced you long ago! Now that you're divorced, get the hell out of my sight and stop bothering my grandson!" Her insults never stopped. Liam could hear them from beside me, even though I did not put the call on speaker.