When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

His hand traces circles on my stomach. "Summer's over," I say. "I know." "This was –" "The best summer of my life." He kisses my shoulder. "You have no idea what you are." I know exactly what I am. I'm a woman who remembered she deserves to feel something. I ask Richard for a divorce in October. Not for Caleb – we both knew the summer was the summer. But because Caleb showed me what it feels like to be desired, and I refuse to go back to being invisible.

Even as his mind replayed that night over and over again. His pulse quickened as he could no longer hide away from the desire to repeat that night. God, he was supposed to despise this woman for daring to attempt blackmailing him with a baby in the future. It was just sex, something he’d had with women whose names he’d forgotten. Why did it feel like more? “Maybe her stepping into the role of a wife has made you fall for her and now you don’t want that divorce anymore. Is that all it takes to win you over? To make you love me again without it feeling forced?”

By the time we hung up I felt exhausted but a little less broken. The next few days passed in a fog. Richard called and texted nonstop — apologies, explanations, begging me to come home and talk. I ignored every single one. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his cock slamming into that man and my love for him curdled into something dark and bitter. I filed for divorce the following Monday. While the lawyers did their thing, I lay in that hotel bed one night scrolling on my phone and downloaded T**der. I wasn’t looking for love. I just wanted to feel wanted. Desired. Fucked.

In the end, my sweet, wonderful wife divorced me. I had regretted it every day since. I quit the driving school job and cut off all contact with Sharon and Louisa. This painful chapter of my life is a warning to anyone younger: don't throw away the person who really loves you for a fleeting moment of pleasure. Desire isn't something you can indulge without consequence. Let it run wild, and it will wear you down long before your time.

There was a hidden complexity to our past–a tangled web of secrets and lies that still haunted me to this day, even though I had been divorced for a few years now. I had vowed never to love again after losing Sarah's mother, yet here I was–divorced, and inexplicably drawn to a young woman who could bring it all crashing down around me. "Christ, what have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself, staring up at the intricate ceiling design above me. I'd had my fair share of women before and after the divorce, but nothing had ever ignited such a fierce desire within me as Grace. She was like a wildfire, threatening to burn through the barriers I had so carefully erected around myself.

NICOLETTE'S POV My heart fluttering and my world merging in beautiful colors, I could not believe this was happening. This had actually been my desire for so long that someday it would be more than just a marriage of convenience. I could not think about anything else right now or the fact that a couple of minutes ago I had just been asking him for a divorce. A divorce from a man like Xander, I mean who actually does that? What had I been thinking when I said that?

"Cassia—" "I want a divorce."

As soon as I remembered this, I dragged my mouth shut. “Forget it,” I said hoarsely. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s... done. Just... drop it.” Desiree's face twisted with confusion and almost disgust, “What is with you men acting all weird lately? It is getting harder and harder to guess what you all really want and really feel.” “What?” My already spoiled mood was starting to get worse. I said, “Just get lost and leave me alone.” “Fine!” She shrugged, “Anyways, it was good that you got the divorce. There is someone waiting for you now.”

But unfortunately for him, he died as a cancer patient when he was twenty one. That was how Vivian became a sex addict. Nobody knows about this, not even Harrison or Camilla, or even her dead parents. But Ryder. Ryder fucked her so good that she almost lost her senses. He was the only one who could satisfy her dark desires. And Harrison. He couldn’t even drive organs out of her, he gets tired too quickly. Leaving her to toy with herself all night. “That bastard,” Vivian scoffed. “Who?” Harrison questioned, his frown thickening.

She’d begged Zavier to help, promising to reconcile with her estranged family. Beatrice had always been the main fire fueling their fallen marriage, so leaving Chicago wasn’t just Ethan’s dream, it was Zara’s path to marital freedom. And now Ethan was going to New York with Irene? “Thank God we’re divorced,” Zara said aloud, her voice cold.