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Chapter 12

Author: Sunny Leah
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-28 11:33:42

—ELEANOR

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I don’t want to kiss Arthur. I have no intention to.

We are getting a divorce and this kiss— this moment will only push us and hurt us in an unbridled way.

My head is saying no but my body is submitting to his lips on mine, creating an apocalypse that I cannot fathom.

I open my mouth and welcome him in, and our bodies collide, sending electric shocks through my nerves.

The kiss leaves me breathless, my mind spinning, my body betraying me in ways I refuse to acknowledge.

Just the two of us, inside this elevator, this limited space that only us can feel.

My fingers still tremble from where they had clung to Arthur’s shirt, as if anchoring myself to reality, to something tangible. But reality is a cruel thing.

Arthur pulls away slightly, his breath warm against my lips. His sharp eyes, always unreadable, soften just enough to make my stomach twist.

As he catches his breath, he asks the question that makes my heart stumble.

“Do you regret marrying me?”

The words hit me harder
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