Just One Kiss, Before Divorcing Me Novels & Stories

"So that bond just magically appeared the second I kissed you?" My heart skipped. He felt it too. He definitely felt it. But his jaw clenched as if the thought disgusted him. He was seething now. "You think I don't know manipulation when I see it?" "I never asked you to kiss me!" I shot back, my voice rising. "And somehow the kiss activates a bond that never existed before?" His voice dropped dangerously. "You expect me to believe that?" I heaved a breath. "I don't care what you believe. Sign the divorce papers and I'll leave now.”

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.

Grant’s father, a kind man with graying hair and tired eyes, came out to greet us, clearly shocked. “Aurelia?” he said, blinking. “I thought you were still… in Los Angeles?” Cassia smiled sweetly. “Surprise visit.” “Is this about the marriage, dear?” Grant’s father asked gently. I sighed and glanced at Cassia. She gave me that look, the one that said go on. “Yes,” I said finally. “I wanted to inform you that Grant and I are separated, and we’ll soon be divorced.” “Come in dear,” his father ushered us in.

It was my fault for failing to care for you. I pushed away the bouquet of roses and said flatly, "Henry, I've had enough. Let's get a divorce." He hugged me tightly and replied in a gentle voice, "You asked me for a divorce yesterday, and I refused. Today, I'm proposing to you all over again. Let's just pretend that none of this has happened, alright?" I squirmed free from his grip. Henry had probably forgotten all about our promise from back then. During our first year of marriage, I said, "If you happen to break your vows to me one day, I'm willing to give you one chance and one chance only."

Whatever this was, it'll soon be over. He would sign whatever she put in front of him. And he would not know until it was already done. The phone vibrated. Lawrence. “Already in motion. Divorce papers go in the second stack. He signs within the hour. Will confirm when complete.” Within the hour. I read it twice. Set the phone down. I pressed my hand back to my stomach one more time, not dramatically, just quietly. "Nearly done," I said. Just that. The monitor beeped.

I barely spared him a glance—until he walked straight to my chair and bent down, whispering urgently. His voice was low. “Sir, you need to see this.” I flicked my gaze toward him. I didn’t like interruptions. Daniel knew that. If he was here, then it wasn’t just important—it was urgent. Without a word, I reached for my phone and unlocked it. The first thing I saw was the headline. “Woman Divorces Husband, Seen Leaving Michell Garcia’s Hotel Room.” My jaw locked. I scrolled down. The attached video was short, clipped together for maximum damage.

Then, just for the fun of it, I added, “And hey… if Jorja does divorce you, that clears the way for me to marry Kasmine in peace. So, I think I'd push for that divorce.” I could practically hear the blood draining from his face through the line, but I didn't give a fuck. I dropped the call before he could say anything else. Just before I dropped the phone, it beeped again, and when I checked, I saw that it was a text from Kasmine. "My appetite is a mess. Grab something for me, since you won't let me step out." Fuck. Did that just cause the dead butterflies in my stomach to kick like they'd been zapped back to life?

I hurled the mug into the pool and, after standing and grabbing his arm, I snapped, "I said I want a divorce!" He turned abruptly, his eyes blazing with anger, and growled, "And I said NO." I struck him on his chest and yelled, "I hate you. I hate you. Do you hear me? I. HATE. YOU." A hint of pain flickered in his eyes, but vanished quickly. Without warning, he captured my lips in a ruthless kiss. I felt nothing but pain, a sweet bitter of agony. Tears rolled down my cheeks, so I sniffed. He halted the kiss and locked eyes with me, then spoke with a firm, emotionless tone, "We will not divorce until death do us part."

He's a destruction to my wounded heart. “Have breakfast” his voice cuts in. I froze in my step before glancing around the kitchen, my eyes finally met his soft ones. Stop playing with my heart! “Aren't you hungry?” I am! “I have a meeting in an hour, I'll grab something on my way” I walked away before he could ask me to join for breakfast. I have made my decision to divorced him and I can't go back on my word now. Just because he could ruin me by a single, mind blowing, amazing, delicious kiss. I was in bliss.

Pyaar se thamna dor baarik hai Saath janmo ki ye pehli taarik hai Dor ka ek main sira Aur tera hai dusra Jud sake beech mein kayi tadap hai na Jo meri manzilon ko jaati hai Tere naam ki koi sadak hai na Jo mere dil ko dil banati hai Tere naam ki koi dhadak hai na! She pecked my lips lightly and I could see moisture in her eyes. I don't want to get out of this world! Then my eyes fell on my mom standing behind. She was obviously glaring at me and that was when I came out of my bubble. You're getting married to Isha after a week of Rhea's marriage. So, you better get the divorce paper signed.