Unwanted Marriage Honey No More Divorce Novels & Stories

he says calmly. "What about my parents huh? What about school?" "What is wrong with you Ace, I gave myself to you I fucking loved you why?" "I'm sorry but I had to tell you so you don't get your hopes up." "should have thought of that before you made me marry you, and before you promised me the world" I say throwing my hands up. "All you have to do is stay my wife for the next three months then I can give you a divorce." with every word he uttered my heart broke more, he really didn't want me all this time he was using me.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her; she just didn’t want to be a burden. Ali studied her silence and frowned. “Oh? Why so quiet? Don’t tell me he’s still treating you like crap?” She groaned in frustration. “Lara, I swear, your husband is trash! Just divorce him already!” Lara quickly shushed her. “Ali, stop it. You know there’s no divorce in the Philippines.” Ali rolled her eyes. “Fine. Annulment, then. Whatever. The point is, leave him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“This is your last chance, Kendra. Take your words back. If you don’t, I’ll take Nate overseas tomorrow. Don’t even think about seeing him again.” I put the phone on speaker and navigated to my gallery. There were 213 videos and more than 1,000 pictures. I had looked at them countless times before. I took a deep breath and deleted everything. Suddenly, I could not wait for tomorrow to come. “We were never married. Is that correct, Terrence?” On the other end of the line, Terrence went quiet. I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.”

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

Slightly intimidated, Heather softened her tone to say, "Honey, let's talk this through. There's no need to get upset, alright?" "Put it on," Chandler repeated. "After you do, we're going to the courthouse." "What for?" "Divorce." Panic flashed in Heather's eyes. She quickly got up and rushed over, pressing herself against him like she always did. "Don't do this, honey. I don't want to divorce you. We promised to be together forever—Ah!" Before she could finish, his hand shot out and clamped around her throat. "I'm warning you… I married you out of pity, and Danielle will always be my only wife. Don't you dare think you can take her place."

“She did. I only asked her once, and she said yes. She is beautiful, and I know we will be great together and make cute little kids and …” “Woah, there boy, hold your horses. Don’t jump the gun. Honey has had it rough, take it slow with her. It is good to dream, son, but you need to go at her pace. So no shenanigans, besides before you ride off into the sunset and plan your whole life with her, she is still married to that asshole who did what he did to her. So no wedding bells in the near future, got it!” She points at me with a small, teasing smile on her face.

"We have Lily. She's still so young. You don't even have an income right now—you can't support her. Are you really going to abandon us? Honey, under these circumstances, the court won't grant the divorce, and you won't get custody of her." Dominic frowned. That was indeed a problem. He looked at her and said, "Are you threatening me?" "No, I'm refusing to divorce you! Yes, I've made mistakes, but I didn't cheat or betray you. You have to give me a chance to make things right. Then we can move past all this. We can have another baby and build a happy little family again." She stood and cupped his face in her hands, gazing at him with desperate longing. "Honey, don't leave me. I love you. I re

What? I stood there, trying to comprehend what I had just read, tears starting to well in my eyes. Luke, my husband-to-be, my trusted husband, had used me. He wasn't even interested in me, he had married me because of what he could get from my father. At that moment, my heart broke. I wanted to scream, but could not. My legs were numb; my body cold felt rooted to the spot as I stood there.

“If you really can’t stop worrying… maybe I can help you forget. When we get to the hotel. You, me. Like old times.” The offer hung in the air, heavy and cheap. I caught her hand mid-motion and pushed it away, sharper than I intended. “No.” My voice came out quieter than my pulse felt, but there was steel underneath. “This trip is business. Our past stays buried. I’m married, Honey. Don’t make me repeat it.” The smile she gave me faltered, brittle around the edges. “Of course,” she said after a pause, trying to recover her charm. “I forgot, you’re a married man now.”