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The Secret Between Us
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2026-05-16 23:17:53
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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Secret Between Us
CELESTINE'S POV:Only then does he crawl back up my body, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue. His cock is hard and heavy against my thigh, but he doesn’t rush. He braces himself on his forearms, looking down at me with those stormy gray eyes full of love and raw desire.“You’re everything,” he whispers, nudging the thick head of his cock against my entrance. “My wife. My whole damn world.”He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open with that perfect burn I’ve come to crave. We both moan when he bottoms out, fully seated inside me. For a moment he just stays there, forehead pressed to mine, letting me feel him—thick, pulsing and completely mine. Then he starts to move.Long, deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. It’s not frantic fucking; it’s making love in the truest sense. Every stroke feels good, like he’s pouring years of devotion into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him even deeper.
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Child We Prayed For
Celestine POV: I cry. I cannot help it. The tears come flooding out, hot and fast, and I do not even know if they are happy tears or scared tears or some messy combination of both. He sets me down very carefully, so carefully, like I am made of glass, like I might break if he is not gentle enough. He kneels in front of me. He puts his hands on my stomach, flat still, nothing to see yet, nothing to feel. But his hands are warm and full of a reverence that makes my heart ache. "Hello in there," he says, and his voice is soft, almost a whisper. "I am your father. I have been waiting for you my whole life too." I laugh and cry at the same time, the way people do when they are so full of emotion that their bodies do not know how to process it all. I slide down to the floor and he catches me and we sit there, tangled together, his hands still on my stomach, my face buried in his chest. "I was so scared to tell you," I admit. "I know." "I was scared that something would go wrong. That
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Two Pink Lines
CELESTINE'S POV:FEW DAYS AGO:I discovered I am pregnant seven weeks after our honeymoon and my first feeling was not joy nor excitement but feeling of terror.It hits me like a wave, cold and sudden, washing over me before I even have time to process the two pink lines on the little plastic stick. My hands start shaking. My heart starts racing. My throat closes up and I cannot breathe and I have to sit down on the bathroom floor, right there on the cold tiles, with my back against the tub and the test clutched in my fingers.I think about the last time I saw two pink lines. I think about the hope I felt, the stupid, desperate hope that a baby would change Kier, would soften him, would make him see me. I think about the clinic in Connecticut and the ten minutes that changed everything, in fact everything.I cannot do that again. I cannot go through that again. I cannot lose another baby, cannot make that choice again, cannot survive that grief again.But I also cannot imagine telling
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Wrong Turn
LYSANDER'S POV:I find Celestine in the kitchen.She is standing at the counter, pouring hot water into a teapot, her back to me. She is wearing one of my old sweaters and a pair of leggings and her feet are bare on the cold stone floor. Her hair is pulled back in a loose bun and there is a smudge of flour on her cheek from earlier, when she was baking bread.She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."What was that noise outside?" she asks, not turning around. "It sounded like someone yelling."I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back against my chest, her head resting against my shoulder, and I press a kiss to her neck, soft and slow."Nothing important," I say.She hums with content, and covers my hands with hers. "Are you sure? It sounded like... I do not know. It sounded like someone in pain."I think about Kier, on his knees in the grass, sobbing, begging for a woman who will never love him again. I think about the years of cruelty, the affai
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Too Late for Sorry
Lysander POV:The night air is cold and damp, the grass wet under my shoes. The security guards are still holding Kier down, but they are not hurting him, just restraining him, keeping him from stumbling toward the house. Kier is crying now, ugly broken sobs that shake his whole body, his face pressed into the grass."Let him up," I say.The guards look at me, hesitant. "Sir, he is drunk and volatile. He could be dangerous.""Let him up."They release him. Kier struggles to his hands and knees, then to his feet, swaying unsteadily. His face is red and swollen, his eyes wild, his clothes rumpled and stained. He looks like a man who has not slept in days, who has not eaten in weeks, who has been hollowed out from the inside.He looks like nothing now unlike the man who was here before."Lysander," he says, and his voice is slurred, broken. "Please. I need to see her. Just for a minute. I need to explain to her. I need to apologize.""You need to stop," I say quietly. "You need to accept
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Drunk on Regret
KIER'S POV:I do not remember deciding to drive to Valancourt House.One moment I am sitting in my empty penthouse, staring at the walls, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle because glasses take too long and I do not care anymore. And the next moment I am in my car, speeding down the motorway, the bottle between my legs, the world blurring past my windows like a dream I cannot wake up from.I am drunk. Very drunk where your thoughts come in fragments and your emotions are raw and everything hurts but also nothing matters, where you also think that if you could just see her, just talk to her, just explain, everything would be okay.She would understand. She always understood. She was patient and kind and forgiving. She gave me plenty of chances. She would give me one more. She had to give me one more.I drive through the gates somehow. I do not remember the guard stopping me. Maybe he was not there. Maybe he was on a break. Maybe God was on my side for once, clearing the path so
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