Just One Kiss, Before Divorcing Me Novels & Stories

As I remembered how soothing it felt to run my fingers through his soft curls, I heard the door creak again. What now? A sheet? A pillowcase? I kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep. He would grab whatever he’d forgotten and leave… A warm, gentle touch brushed against my lips, and I nearly flinched—but forced myself not to move. What is he doing? Just leave already… His tongue slid into my mouth as he kissed me hungrily, as if unconcerned that I might wake. What had gotten into him? We were divorcing. What was the point of this? A goodbye kiss? One last indulgence?

“ You expect me to leave you in the state you were in yesterday? And it's not possible to take you to your parents because we are still married.” “Are we married? You said you wanted a divorce so I have been waiting for your lawyer to bring the papers for me to sign.” “ Divorce? That was just a word of the mouth, we are not divorcing”. He said bluntly “How do you toy with people's emotions…….”. he moved closer and kissed me before I could finish my sentence. I couldn't resist him, I rested my hands on his well-shaped b body and kissed him back. We ended had a passionate sex and forgot everything that happened.

His warm lips were possessive, as if he was trying to make a statement as he kissed me. Then he pulled back without warning. I stared at him through dazed eyes, too far gone to even think straight. Excitement sparkled in his eyes as he looked down at me, his breathing a little bit rushed. “Guess what?” He said. “The divorce has been finalized. I’m free from Susan forever.” “You’re serious?” I asked. “Yes, baby.” He pulled back until he was on his feet. “We don’t have to worry about her anymore. It’s just me and you now. Till the end of time.”

I started rambling, his proximity making me nervous. Before I could say more Cas pressed his cold lips against me. Kissing me deeply. “You’re cold.” I said against his lips. “So warm me up.” “Are you still married? Because I don’t want to be a mistress.” Cas chuckled, pulling me against him with both his arms. “I’m going to divorce her. I already told Kennedy. She did not take it well, but I don’t want to talk about that right now.” “What do you want to talk about then?” I asked, scratching his beard. “Your beard is longer.”

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

His voice fell to barely a whisper, his lips almost at my ear. "Then right now." I blinked. "What?" His hand rose. His fingertips — cold as always — came to rest against the side of my neck. "I'll turn you. Right now." His voice held a kind of fanatical calm. "Then you'll survive." The air crystallized. I looked at him. Then I took a step back. "No." He went rigid. Shock flashed across his face. "What did you say?" "Lucien, we're already divorced."

My fingats tightened instinctively around the glass. I looked down on my ring and stared at it for a few seconds before taking my eyes back to him. “So a married man walks into a bar and kisses strangers?” “I said ‘used to,’” he corrected gently. “I’m divorced. Have been for a while.” Divorced. The word lingered in my mind as I wondered what that might feel like. He cleared his throat. “And I really am sorry about the kiss.” I twisted my ring unconsciously before letting it go.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

When the bride and groom walked out from backstage, the last of my illusions shattered. Timothy Zuckerman and my wife, Wendy, stepped out arm in arm, looking deeply in love. The tenderness on her face turned my hands into fists. Through the roar of applause, her eyes met mine. She instinctively tightened her grip on Timothy, who was startled by her reaction. I strode forward and landed a hard punch across his face before turning back to her. "Hey, Wendy. Marrying into the wealthiest family in the country wasn't enough for you that you had to play house with someone else, huh?"

" Are you going to keep up with this pretense forever?" His face looked like he tasted something sour, " The earlier you sign the divorce papers the better." Something flashed in her eyes, " I'll keep ripping them off if you continue leaving it on the bedroom table." His anger rose, and he gave her a punishing kiss, causing her to press against the gate. She panted when he pulled away; her eyes gazed over the hickey on his neck, and she gripped the gate before she could fall from the shock. His lips moved to her ear, " Since you continue being stubborn, don't be surprised when I bring another woman to my home. Save yourself the humiliation and sign the papers."