Novel & Cerita You Had This Divorce Coming

Like I was walking toward something final. Which I was. This was it. The end. No going back after this. I took one more deep breath. Then I walked through those doors. Ready or not. This divorce was happening.

It hit me then like a gut blow to the stomach. Right, they must've been pretty busy all night. My chest hurts even as I think this and I don't know how to get rid of this feeling. She looked back and then inches closer with a wide taunting smirk. “I told you to enjoy this marriage while it lasts, that it was only a matter of time, didn't I?” My eyes widens as I recall the message I got and had ignored from an unknown number some time last two years. “Enjoy him now, but just remember, it's only a matter of time,”

– You know, little nymph, he just needs to fuck me again to remember how much he likes my body and come running back to me. - Oh, I doubt it! He doesn't seem very enthusiastic about seeing you in your underwear. Trust me, I know how he gets when he's excited. – Manu replied confidently and self-assuredly, and that filled me with pride. – But let me tell you, your divorce scheme won't last long, after all, the hearing is coming up, then your divorce will be on paper again. But everyone here knows the reality, right?! The reality is that this divorce is a fait accompli from seven years ago, and the document you're so happily flaunting, where it says the divorce decree was revoked, is nothing b

Things to keep me company, give me comfort. She looked splendid as always. Always. I couldn't resist following up everything, down to the least details. I didn't go to her though. Didn't reach out like I'd been wanting to. I needed her to come to me. Needed her to need me too. At least on some levels where that bastard wouldn't hold her back. While we stayed away, the days counted. The weeks multiplied and the inevitable arrived. The divorce. I knew it was coming. I knew it but I didn't exactly think it would be a problem. Not until she left me and went home with him.

I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.” I hung up. The next second, there was a loud knock at my door.

They just wanted to leave this place first. "No. Still nothing." Hazel grew angry the moment the topic came up. Deep down, she grumbled, 'He still hasn't come. Unbelievable. Is he really that tired of living?' "Hazel, let's go. Evan probably isn't coming." "Yeah. Whether he comes or not, once the divorce cooling-off period ends, the divorce still counts." Hearing that, Roxanne and Anya both became convinced Evan wouldn't show up and began urging Hazel to leave. "Let's wait a little longer…" Hazel countered.

“Let's divorce.” The words slam into me like a bulldozer, crushing every hope I have of this sham of a marriage surviving. I've known since last year that we aren't going to last till grey hairs pop on our heads but didn't know that the end would be too soon. I blink back tears, not wanting to show weakness before Zane. That bastard already took everything I had to offer. I'm not adding my tears to what he gets from me. “Okay.” I sigh, already picturing how soon I can pack my luggage and move out of the house.

"Sign it, Ivy. She doesn't have time!!" My husband's first love ‘died’ seven years ago. Last night she came back. Six months to live, he says. Her last wish is to be his wife. So I signed. I took nothing. Not the house, not the money, not his name. I kept one thing very precious to me, and he'll never know it exists. Because the woman sleeping in my bed isn't dying. And I'm going to prove it.

Would he be happy knowing he was going to be a father? Or would he be upset because I wasn't the woman he loved? "Really? Alright then. I have something to tell you too." I nodded. It had been hard for Nathan to share anything with me throughout our three years of marriage, and the fact that he was finally opening up to me filled me with so much joy. "Go ahead," I said. Nathan looked closely at my expression before responding with absolute certainty. "This marriage can't continue. I want a divorce." The hand I had slipped into my shirt pocket to pull out the test results suddenly went still. "What do you mean, Nathan?"

I said slowly, “while she carries your baby somewhere else. You want both of us. You just want us in separate rooms.” His jaw twitched. He didn’t deny it. I gave a high-pitched laugh. “You had this planned—” “Yes.” “You had this planned when you sat down at that table an hour ago and asked me to be kind.” “Yes.” His jaw twitched. “Don’t make this longer than it has to be.” “I want a divorce.” Nate’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Don’t be dramatic, Sabrina.” “You heard me, Nate.” “And then what?” His voice hardened. Just a degree. Just enough. “Your uncle is still at St. Catherine’s. Those bills don’t pay themselves. Your aunt’s apartment doesn’t have room for a housefly, let alone—”