روايات وقصص ضمن Unwanted Marriage Honey No More Divorce

“Honey, save me! I was tricked! “You and Mom are the only ones I care about. I was just being foolish! “Please help me for the sake of our marriage!” I looked at her swollen face, feeling nothing but disgust. I pulled my foot back slightly, then pushed her away with my foot. It was not hard, like pushing aside a bag of trash. “Don’t call me ‘honey.’ We’re divorced. “We have nothing to do with each other legally. “This VIP room is expensive. If you break anything, you’ll have to pay.” With that, I pressed the call button by the bed.

Felix continued, his jaw tightening. The word divorce coming from him felt like another blow. He didn’t want it. This time, it wasn’t about pride. He simply didn’t want to lose her. These past few days without her had made him realize something— He didn’t want her to leave. He hadn’t even signed the divorce papers. Though it went against the plan he had with Beatrice. Originally, he planned to divorce Henrietta after Scarlett took over the company. Then Beatrice would be released, and they would finally be together.

Lucas laughed, and more than the contract, he was pissing me off. “No extramarital relationships,” the lawyer said calmly. “Any verified affair immediately breaches the agreement.” Lucas leaned back on his chair. “So the man accused of an affair with a married woman is forbidden from cheating.” “Ironic,” I muttered, and his eyes snapped to me. Before he could reply, the lawyer interrupted again. “If either party files for divorce before the two-year term expires without mutual consent, there will be financial penalties, public disclosure of the breach, and forfeiture of the benefits outlined in the agreement.”

"Did I ask you to marry me? Because my grandmother is threatening to leave everything to Ollie if I don't get a wife in less than a month. Now, I can't have that. Also, think about what marrying me would entail. You'll have lots and lots of spending money, and you'll be getting back at Ollie, who loathes me, by the way. When he sees I'm married to his ex-wife, he'll lose it, trust me. And after our contract ends, you'll receive fifty million dollars as compensation. So, are you in? Will you marry me? I will get my lawyer to draw up a contract between us immediately.” “I still love my husband,” I admitted. “I can't just marry you after a day of divorce. What if he changes his mind?” “Really?”

Luna's innocent voice cut sharp, through my entirety like a knife. I had to grab the pillar to keep from falling down. My knees went weak and my vision got blurry for a second. I knew I should have turned back there and then, I knew I shouldn't have stood to listen but yet…my feet wouldn't budge. "Honey, your dad and I can't get married unless your parents get divorced first." Vivienne's voice was sweet like candy, but I heard the poison underneath. The message was clear. She wanted Darius to leave me.

, Robert grumbled. “Did I ever get time for myself during my marriage with you? You even stopped my electrolysis sessions while your mom and sister threw out the maids and made me work, and you never protested. However, it is all in the past. Let it be. I have signed the divorce papers as you desired and I have moved on. I would advice you to sign and move on”, Sarah remained calm. “I will never divorce you Sarah!”, Robert thundered. “Why ? Because you suddenly realized that I am earning millions as Honey? Or because you can’t find a replacement creative writer for your agency and are losing clients?”, Sarah taunted.

"I don't want this drama in my house. You're getting divorced. This marriage will be annulled immediately. We'll arrange for Janet to come by, make sure she's alright, and then we'll handle this properly." My knees almost buckled. Divorced. Annulled. Like last night had never happened. Like I hadn't just given away something I could never get back. But then Elijah spoke, surprising everyone. "No." "What?" his parents said in unison. "We're already married," Elijah said, his voice cold and calculated. "If we annul this immediately, the media will have a field day. The Martinez name will be dragged through every gossip column in the country. We'll look like fools." He paused, his jaw working.

“We were so worried. Poor kid.” She paused and her expression shifted. “Though I have to say, I still can’t understand why Harrison keeps bothering you. The man’s in a secret marriage with Lyndsey, has a whole child with her, and he’s still showing up at your door making demands. It’s completely inappropriate.” I didn’t reply. Couldn’t reply. If I opened my mouth right now something true might come out and I couldn’t let that happen. I lowered my gaze and turned away from them, walking into the kitchen.

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."

“The Morells want to rekindle the relationship between our families. The marriage alliance they proposed is their way of making that happen. A gesture of good faith.” “And you’re considering it.” “I believe it could do some good.” Wren quickly stood up from the chair. She felt sick both mentally and physically, to the point that she could vomit. “That’s why you called me here. You want me to sell myself to pacify a century-old grudge,” Wren scoffed. “I’m not forcing you into anything, Wren. I’m just asking you to think about it." “Absolutely not. If you’re so desperate to rebuild bridges with the Morells, marry Charlotte off to them then. Use her as your bargaining chip. But I am done, do yo