Novel & Cerita Lisa Strand Maa Divorce

“I want to know why the divorce process keeps stalling.” Levi’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. The Novaris proposal remained dangerously close to collapse, and until the partnership was finalized, Alicia’s executive position within C-R needed to remain untouched for legal and financial stability. Investors were already nervous about the company’s declining numbers, and if news of the divorce leaked before the merger concluded, the damage would be catastrophic. None of which Iris knew. And frankly, none of which he intended to explain. “She hasn’t signed yet,” he said flatly.

I ask, watching Liz sit down in the chair in front of me. "According to Vivian, from marketing, it was Gisele who filed for divorce, because she is already with another man, an Argentinean businessman. "Arthur Rodrigues did not react well at all, he is still completely in love with her and everyone has commented that he is unable to accept the separation. That Arthur is completely in love with his wife, that I already knew. But that doesn't explain why he schism that he wanted Mariana now that he is single, not willingly of course.

“Six?” “Yes.” Aurora laughed softly in disbelief. “That’s unbelievable.” Lucien shrugged. “It’s also accurate.” Aurora paced again, her thoughts racing. “So let me see if I understand this.” Lucien nodded. “Go ahead.” “Tonight I divorced one billionaire.” “Correct.” “And now I’m apparently meeting five more.” Lucien grinned. “When you say it like that, it sounds like a very unusual evening.” Aurora gave him a look. “It is a very unusual evening.”

Yeah, I was foolish enough that I couldn't even take care of myself. That's why I lost our child and my husband. Now, it seemed there was nothing left for me to lose. My lips parted, and the words finally came out. "Ryland, let's get divorced." His hand paused for a moment. Still, he didn't look at me. "Why are you bringing that up? Aren’t we already divorced? If you're in a hurry to remarry, we can move the date up a few days," he spoke quickly. Whenever he'd talked about things like this in the past, he'd always been calm and completely certain of himself.

He smiled a little and said calmly, “Mr. Wood has mistaken me as your husband. That’s all. You are unmarried. How do you have a husband?” Lisa’s pupils shrunk at his words. Disbelieve spread across her face. The glimpse of the word ‘DIVORCE’ was still evocative in her mind. She was sure that it was not a dream. She doubted that maybe it was the cruel truth of her past, and this thought made her restless. But she was surprised to see Dr. Valentine smile. Aloof a sudden, he leaned on her and asked, “If you want, make me your husband. What do you think?”

She needed to act fast before it was too late. Once in the parking lot, Lisa called her lawyer to initiate divorce proceedings. Afterward, she decided to go home to retrieve her luxury belongings before they could be seized over her husband’s embezzlement charges. She no longer cared about her husband’s fate; Lisa planned to file for divorce and distance herself—and the Taylor family—from his downfall. For a moment, Lisa felt relieved it was only the Brown family’s misfortune. She intended to bring her son to live with her at the Taylors’.

“Now we’re alone.” She stepped closer. Close enough that her perfume wrapped around me again. Her fingers slid up to my collar, adjusting it slowly. My hand moved on instinct. I caught her wrist before she could smooth it down. “We’re getting married next month,” Lisa said, frustration bleeding through her polished tone. “How much longer am I supposed to wait?” I stayed silent. Lisa wasn’t just my fiancée. She was strategy. Her mother, Bernice, was the largest shareholder in my father’s company.

she said, and I shook my head. “So, what made you come to your senses?” I asked. “Miss Taylor…” Clara called out my name, but I wasn't in the mood for sweet talking her. “It's okay,” Lisa said. “I can take the scolding. As long as it from her.” “The answer to your questions comes in different form. I tried to get a divorce all those years, but my parents wouldn't let me. My marriage to Steve was the only thing keeping the company together,” she said, and I scoffed. Remembering my stepmother.

“There’s no need to concern yourself with that. I believe the responsibility lies with me. You shouldn’t have had to see any of it. It’s standard practice for me to lock the outer door during appointments—I simply failed to do so that day.” I shifted on the couch. “She said you promised her there won’t be any more female clients… After the last one.” His jaw tightened—just a flicker, but I caught it. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “Mia, I want to be clear. What you saw and what she said, it’s not what it sounded like.” “Then what was it?” He rubbed his face with one hand, dragged it down over his mouth. “Lisa and I have been separated for almost three years. The divor

“ I know you want me back Lisa… I can keep you close and She’ll never know we are still together. Just enter the car and I’ll move you to somewhere far away from bri…” Before he could even complete the trash leaving his lips, I landed another hot slap that made him almost attack me… but he held himself anyways, hands still on his face. Good. I wasn’t done. “I’m not yours anymore, Adrian. We’re divorced. Remember? You made sure of that.” I said in rage. His jaw twitched. “You don’t understand, Lisa,” he muttered. “You were mine…” he still tried to speak which was so unnatural coming from him.