Just One Kiss, Before Divorcing Me Novels & Stories

He hesitated, his voice faltering. “Unless… there’s a deeper reason you don’t want to leave him. Unless you really… you really love him…” The last words came out strained, as if each one cost him something. Cassie shook her head lightly. “It’s not about feelings,” she said. “It’s just that there’s no law that can grant me a divorce.” She shrugged casually, but the statement only deepened his confusion. “What do you mean there’s no—” “Kiss me first and I’ll tell you,” she interrupted sweetly, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she tilted her face up toward him.

“Don’t say things like that unless you want to drive an old man crazy.” “I’m serious. Kiss me.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t want to lose control, Sansa. I promised I’d wait until after the divorce. I’m going to keep that promise, even if it kills me.” “I’m not asking you to break it,” I said. “I’m asking you to listen to what I need. This woman here needs you. I want to kiss you, just a kiss.” And before he could argue, I reached up, grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his.

I took the seat next to her. “ I made it just in time,” I say to her while I signal for the bartender. “ Do you want a drink?” Shaking her head, she said, “ You don't owe me an explanation. We are divorced, and you can do whatever you want.” Taking her hand in mine, I need her full attention for this: “ Yes, I do. I know we are divorced, but you are still the one I want.” I was hoping my honesty was showing in my face.

I unlocked my phone, and it buzzed to life with a flood of messages from every chat app, all congratulating me on the new drug's successful first phase. Keira had gone wild in the group chats, tagging me nonstop and sending digital gift cards like confetti. But as I scrolled through the flood of praise and flattery, not a spark of joy stirred in me. I stayed in bed for a long time, lost in a haze of thoughts. Finally, I grabbed the divorce papers and dragged myself out of the room. The living room was empty. Keira was nowhere in sight. On the coffee table sat a ticket to a concert by my favorite singer, Tyler Combs. Next to it was a sticky note in her familiar handwriting.

Each day I fought the urge to make her mine, but now? I broke the kiss, my heart hammering as I placed my forehead against hers. “Is it true that you’re divorced?” I waited for the response, anticipation tugging at me from all sides. “Put me out of my misery and tell me the truth, Eva,” I groaned. “Please.” She nodded slowly. “I am. I’m no longer with Alex.” “Thank fuck,” I groaned before kissing her again. I lay her back against the couch, climbing over her and rocking my hips into her own so she could see just how badly I wanted her.

"You, Lena Johnson, a best friend to Lisa Gentry, are falling in love with Darian!" "I knew you were going to spit trash," Lena said, a scowl marring her expression. "I am not in love with him, Lisa. Besides, I have plans of getting enough money from my work at the casino, paying him and divorcing him." "Oh, I see. You want to divorce, yet you were so scared when he was outside last night? And he senselessly kissed you until your knees turned white, and you didn't do anything to stop him." she munched on a piece of chip she had picked from the plate in front of her.

MONIQUE Silence crashed over the room. “D-Divorce?” I stumbled back one step, the ultrasound photo crumpling tighter in my fist. Maxwell’s voice was final as he stared down at me with a cold gaze. “Yes,” he confirmed. “I already made the decision for both of us. The papers aren’t ready yet, but they will be.” The same man who once whispered I love you against my skin in the dark, who had touched me like I belonged to him alone… now spoke of ending us with the same detached efficiency he used to close a merger.

Mandy Norton woke up to the faint sound of birds chirping outside her window. The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. For a moment, she forgot everything—her life felt almost peaceful. But then she turned to her bedside table and saw the white envelope resting there like a ghost from the past. With trembling hands, she reached for it. As she tore open the envelope, her heart pounded in her chest. Her breath caught when she saw the words she had feared for so long: **Divorce Papers**.

“You asked me when we can get a divorce?” “Hm…” “What if I say we’re not getting a divorce?” “What?” Her voice was barely a whisper. I didn’t give her a chance to respond. In the next moment, I kissed her, hard and deep. I could feel her stiffen under me, but I didn’t stop. I poured all my frustration, all my confusion, all my desire into that kiss. I didn’t know why I was doing this. All I knew was that I didn’t want to let her go. I couldn’t let her go.

I said. "you'll get divorced from him soon, " he said and I immediately answered "don't you get it, Alexander Is like a rope that's wrapped around my neck, that's on one hand and on the other I have my children who he will take from me once I even mention divorce, it's all so fucked up, I mean-" I turned to him and was about to continue but I was cut off by his kiss, our first kiss, he raised his hand and put it behind my head and pulled me more to him while I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer to me and deepen the kiss, it was so wrong yet felt so right, he was my corruption but I didn't mind it because it was the second most beautiful thing that ever happened to me after