Because I didn't want to have a second child, my husband divorced me. Being a free and independent career woman is so difficult.
Because I didn't want to have a second child, my husband divorced me. Being a free and independent career woman is so difficult.
On Valentine's Day, Callum Holt and I got divorced.
It was a uncontested divorce. The house, car, child, and savings all went to me; he only took his personal items.
This kind of divorce, where one left with nothing, typically happened when a man had committed an unforgivable offense in the marriage. But during our marriage, Callum hadn't really done anything wrong.
As I signed, I couldn't even remember why we ended up getting a divorce at the courthouse.
I cared deeply about my pride. Seeing him sign the papers without a moment's hesitation, as though he couldn't wait to be rid of me, it felt like his long-lost first love was standing outside the courthouse, eagerly waiting to welcome him back to freedom. I didn't hesitate any longer. I picked up the pen and signed quickly.
After leaving the courthouse, I went to get the car. As I opened the door, I instinctively turned to see if he had gotten in, but found that he was already waiting for a taxi by the roadside. Oh right, we had just divorced!
But we had once vowed to be together through thick and thin. How could he now act like he didn't even want to be in the same car?
After all we were through together and knowing it was hard to get a taxi around here, I stopped the car in front of him, saying, "Want a ride? We can share the road one last time."
But this guy didn't even look up, just coldly replied, "No need, I've called an Uber."
I was speechless. Well, there went my last ounce of sincerity, down the drain.
His coldness still stung me deeply. I drove to a deserted place, rolled up the windows, and cried uncontrollably.
What was I crying for? I didn't know! After all, apart from him, I hadn't lost anything.
Once I was done crying, I drove back home. He had already arrived downstairs with his suitcase.
Was he so quick? I even suspected that he had planned this all along, just waiting for me to sign so he could leave.
"What are your plans now?" After all these years of marriage, he had nothing left but a suitcase. I felt a bit guilty and, despite his cold expression, couldn't help but ask.
He still didn't look at me. He turned and walked away, as if I had just done something utterly unbearable.
He was so arrogant! Just because we had divorced, he thought he was all that now?
Fine, he went on and never came back!
I glanced at the divorce certificate in my hand and finally realized that once he left, he wouldn't come back. Even if he came back, it would only be to see our son, Johnny Holt, nothing to do with me.
I felt inexplicably heartbroken, once again feeling sorry for myself.
I went to pick up Johnny from school, and when he entered the door, he shouted loudly, "Dad, what are you busy with? Why did Mom pick me up today?"
It turned out that over the years, I hadn't really cared about the Johnny's daily life. When he was little, it was Callum's mother, Lucy Holt took care of him, handling everything from washing to changing diapers. After Johnny started kindergarten, Lucy continued to look after him, and Callum was the one who picked him up and dropped him off at school.
It dawned on me that all these years, I had been nothing more than a decoration in my son's life.
Now that I and Callum had divorced and he left. Lucy had left two months ago because she couldn't stand the constant arguing between me and her son, and she went off to work as a live-in nanny.
I stared at my son, so familiar yet so strange to me now, and I was stunned. How were we going to manage from now on, just the two of us?
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
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