Divorce ?... That's Foreplay
"Fuck you, Marcel.”
“I could,” he says, smiling. “Though I haven’t had sex in years.”
“Well, I pity the woman who breaks that streak.”
“I do too,” he murmurs, his eyes shamelessly roaming my body.
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Marriage is supposed to be a blessing.
Mine? A fucking curse.
My husband loved his job more than he ever loved me—or so I thought. Until I discovered he wasn’t just married to his work. He was screwing half the damn city. And then he had the audacity to serve me the divorce papers.
So I left. And Aiden King—his powerful, arrogant rival—opened his door.
That was five years ago.
Now I’m wearing a ring again. But not his and Marcel doesn't seem to care
“This is….so …wrong,” I said pra