When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

I sighed her name, soft, almost reverent. She kissed me through it, slow, sweet kisses, until my breathing evened out. We lay there for a long time, bodies pressed close, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. The room smelled like us. The fairy lights blinked softly. I turned my head to look at her. “Can I tell you something?” “Anything.” I took a breath. “My divorce… it wasn’t just that he wanted someone else. He said I was… too much. Too emotional. Too needy. That I asked for too much attention, too much touch. He made me feel like wanting to be seen was a flaw.”

Her mother wanted to divorce her dad which made him become a drunkard. "That's not true...I was done with him...I wanted nothing to do with him...the court granted my request for a divorce and he didn't want that"she recalled the countless times she wanted to divorce her husband but every time he would lie to the court but when she met a man who was grieving. He was caring and made her feel like a human being. She thought all men were the same until she met Frank Lewis, a man who had two children and was grieving his wife's death

Benita glared at me, clearly annoyed by my words, But instead of responding, she turned to Theo. “Theo, darling, let's go inside,” she said softly as she took Theo's hand and made to leave. But suddenly, she spoke to me through our mind link. “Expect the divorce papers at your table.” She didn’t stop or look back as she walked away, her hips swaying with an intoxicating confidence that drove me insane. My eyes followed her, drawn to the sway of her curves. Desire coursed through me, a flame that hadn’t been extinguished even after all these years. I hadn’t been with anyone since she left, and I couldn’t go through with it even when I tried.

I will send the evidence as you requested. Ravelina fell silent after reading the message, her fingers suddenly turning cold upon learning that shocking fact. "Ravelina, I'm talking to you,…" "Let’s just get a divorce, Regan. Let’s end this marriage. Isn’t that what you've always wanted from me?"

"He's got a mistress pregnant and he's out there searching for his bond mate, while you-you're just the third cargo on his damn wheel." Thank God one of us had our head on straight. And for once, it wasn't the horny one. I cleared my throat, tried to ground myself, and shoved the envelope forward. "These are the divorce papers. I need you to sign them and-" I broke eye contact. His gaze was hot, hungry, flickering from my lips to the neckline of my blouse. Not even pretending to feel sorry. And that look in his eyes? God help me. It was heat. Not remorse. Not even regret. Just desire. Twisted and wrong.

“I’m already an abandoned soul without a home or a family. A person like that—like me—yearns for their marriage to be exceptionally happy and warming. But I can’t even make that happen! She that lives on hope shall die fasting, and so I rather smolder my hope. “…I think that’s all there is to this conversation, Arianne. You don’t have anything more to add to it. I know, you’re doing this because you think this is what’s best for me, but I’ve gone through way more painstaking ruminations. The desire to divorce has stuck and echoed in my mind for such infinite times that I just… I know this is the last time it’s going to stay in my head. I’m sure of it.”

He didn’t say anything to her, but he must have motioned for her to stand up because she lazily got up from him. “Tell her to leave. I want to discuss things with you.” Kael took a deep breath and looked at Desiree. They stared at each other for a while before he nodded his head. Desiree pouted, her shoulders slumping, but I knew it was all for the act. I didn’t move until she was out of the office. After her, I closed the door and walked toward Kael’s table, sliding the folder onto him. “So, you want a divorce,” I stated. I was trying my best to keep my voice from breaking.

If I could find her attractive as a woman, then it would be inarguable that any man on earth that saw her would immediately desire her. When then did Derrick see in me that would make him want to end his marriage to her as result? It couldn’t be sex because he’d never once complained that she was inadequate in the other room. Only God knew if he still entertained memories about having sex with her sometimes. But if it wasn’t sex, then what was it? What could possibly motivate Derrick to seek a divorce with the stunningly beautiful woman standing before me and opt to be with me instead? Sure, they weren’t in agreement on the issue of having children, but was that enough? Especially since she’

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

Life continued as if I were not here, as if I were already a ghost haunting my own home. On the nightstand, the stack of papers waited. Divorce. Finality pressed into every page with Daniel’s careful, elegant hand. He had signed so easily, as if marriage were nothing more than a business contract, as if years of vows and shared breaths were just ink waiting to dry. My lips felt cracked when I whispered to myself, “So this is it.”