Novel & Cerita Just One Kiss, Before Divorcing Me

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

“I hope you’ll actually fulfill what you’re saying, and not just leave it as empty words.” I gave him a bright smile and nodded eagerly, almost like a child promising to behave. “Kiss me,” he suddenly said, his voice firm. “On the lips.” My eyes widened. Did I hear that right? “You don’t want to?” Before I could even process it, he muttered, “Fine!” and pushed me off his lap. I stumbled to my feet, lips pouting, while he calmly continued eating as though nothing had happened. “Let’s not divorce, okay?” I said softly, almost pleading. “I’ll do everything for you.”

" he said giving me divorce papers and pen in my hand to sign them. I hold the papers in my trembling hands ... And took a deep breath to calmed my racing heart which was ready to came out by breaking my ribs. I saw the papers .. his signature on them .... This man ... Pufff I am still siting on the bed while he is standing beside me , a step away from me .... I took deep breath and gathered all the courage to speak out boldly infront of him. " I .. I am not going to sign them , why are you so obsessed for Divorce , can't you give a try to this marriage o"... I got cut by his slap... *Sob*. I hold my aching pain burning cheek with my trembling hand while half laying on the bed...

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT. (Pls skip chapter if you're underage or aversed to X-rated content.) Jane POV Was I letting him kiss me? What's worse was that I was kissing him back. After what I learned tonight? Gathering every bit of willpower, I pushed him away. We stood a whole foot apart, panting. I tried to speak, but that would require catching my breath first. 'Consummation,' he whispered. 'That's what you need if you say you want "A DIVORCE."

Not only the headline hurts, but also the pictures with Damian kissing another woman. I feel a pang in my chest as warm tears spill down my cheeks. “T-That kiss must be an accident. I’m sure the divorce idea was his mother’s,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I convince myself. “Georgia always finds ways to break us apart. This time she’s forcing him to leave me… to pair him with Lorraine Belrose.”

I couldn’t calm its rapid beating, even though it felt like it could break at any moment. Through unshed tears and a trembling voice, I whispered in a barely audible tone: “Have you ever considered divorcing me?”

She told me and raised her hand for a handshake. I took her hand, but instead of shaking it, I pulled her close and tilted her face up. “What are you doing?” Jenna looked taken aback. Her face showed a myriad of emotions - confusion, fear, and was that excitement? Her nostrils flared. This excites me, too. “I am sealing our divorce with a kiss,” I explained. She looked stricken, but I don’t care. “I think I deserve one last kiss, at least.” I probed.

When he pulled away and my eyes fluttered open, I felt embarrassed. I was just okay with a divorce, and yet I was melting like a fool into a kiss. “If you talk about a divorce again. I would be forced to kiss you."

“You mean like you and Ronan?” I freeze. The dig lands, sharp and intentional. For a beat, I say nothing. Then I smile. Not sweetly, sharp, cutting. “You told me you wanted a divorce. You get smashed and it leaks to the media. Now you’re kissing her and the world is drinking the Kool-Ade. So, you don’t get to have opinions now that I’m doing something you don’t like.” His frown deepens, but I don’t give him the pause to argue. I’ve been paused and muted for too long.

“Mr. Hudson, it seems you forgot something. Let me remind you of it. We are now divorced, so whoever you embrace or kiss with? That has nothing to do with me anymore.” Galvin narrowed his gaze. He actually misunderstood that. Clenching his teeth, he asked, “Are you telling me you will also hug and kiss someone other than me?”