A Sweet Kiss Saves Our Marriage Novels & Stories

I ask, jumping on her words. "If we stay married, you’re going to respect me—" "I swear, I will. I won’t even drink again," I interrupt. "—and you won’t kiss me," she finishes seriously. "No one’s going to believe we’re a newlywed couple in love if I don’t kiss you. We’ll come off too cold." "It can be a small kiss—but not tie tongues into knots, like yesterday." "Tie tongues into knots?" I repeat, grinning. "Just so you know, that’s how couples kiss. Or did Oliver never kiss you like that?" I ask, genuinely surprised.

The kind of kiss that promised beginnings. The kind that erased the month of silence. The kind that said— We’re married now. And this love isn’t going anywhere. But everything changed as the kiss start changing to something else. I quickly stopped him. "We are outside" "And you are my wife" he said his eyes already changing into something else.

After all, they had long considered Tamsin as their ideal daughter-in-law. That was why Hector had spent years abroad accompanying Tamsin for her alleged treatments. But back then, I believed that Harlan truly loved me. However, the passion and novelty faded after two years of marriage, leaving us as little more than familiar strangers.

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

My wife's childhood friend and I were brought into the same hospital after a car crash. I had suffered a ruptured heart and needed emergency surgery. But my wife, Cassandra, was the hospital director. Instead of treating me, she ordered every available doctor to Miles Rowland's room so he could receive a full examination for a few minor scrapes. I begged her to save me. She only snapped, "Can you stop competing for attention for once? Do you have any idea Miles almost broke a bone?" In the end, I died in a corner where nobody found me. But when the wife who hated me most learned I was really dead, she lost her mind.

"Tessa, I am getting married in two days. I can't just go around making out with random strangers in Miami clubs." "You said dare," Cassidy reminded me, grinning wildly. "And you're technically single until you sign that marriage license. Come on, Sloane. One last kiss with a beautiful stranger. A little harmless rebellion before you become Mrs. Vaughn forever." "No, I can't," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Yes, you can," Tessa insisted, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to stand up. "Look around, Sloane. Just look. One kiss. Nobody is ever going to know. It stays in Miami."

"I have four weeks to spoil my wife... and I'm not wasting a single second..." He brought his mouth back down to mine, closing the gap in a sweet, lazy, and deeply romantic kiss that carried us straight into the sunlit afternoon.

I stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed by the toilet, retching until my throat burned. With my back pressed against the cold tile wall, I let out a bitter laugh, replaying the promises George had made to me. "I didn't cross any real lines…" So this was his so-called fragile, innocent woman with depression that only he could save. This was what he called "pure and harmless"—a relationship that could be smoothed over with a simple marriage certificate. I stared at the pair of panties, feeling like a burning lump of coal had rolled right across my chest. Ten whole years. George and I had known each other since we had nothing.

The trauma supposedly left him unable to tolerate any physical intimacy. In seven years as mates, he had never once kissed me. He couldn't even share a bed without placing a barrier of blankets between us. And yet here he was, kissing Amber in front of everyone, without the slightest sign of discomfort. I was done living like this. Why not just let them be together? Why wouldn't he agree to dissolve our bond? "I've said all I have to say. Sign the papers or don't. Either way, I am ending this bond." I didn't bother explaining further. I grabbed my coat and turned to leave.