When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

However, Adam was not about to let her go when he had gone through so much just to find her. Spring up, he wrapped his arms around her again as he cried, "Please don't leave me, okay? We loved each other so much, so how could you leave me? Please don't leave me, I'm begging you…" After catching Adam in the act, Renee thought they could at least divorce amicably and move on with their own lives. She just didn't expect him to grovel like this—their once beautiful memories felt even more distant now. But before she could snap again, a sharp voice rang behind her, "You despicable bitch! How dare you put the moves on Adam when you're divorcing him?!"

VALERIA Emiliano Navarro Reyes had already signed the divorce papers, and as planned, Renata Salgado Mora had retrieved them for me. His willingness to sign so quickly did not surprise me anymore. There was a time I would have called it love, but now I knew it was simply indifference dressed up as convenience. I stared out of the airplane window as the clouds stretched endlessly beneath me, and for a moment, memories I had buried for two years came rushing back with uncomfortable clarity.

Pictures of them in intimate positions were spread across the floor. He stared at it for a while before a smug smile appeared on his lips. “You finally got what you wanted, huh?” He scoffed. “Since you can’t just be a quiet bitch and instead decided to snoop around my… affair I would rather divorce you.” That explains why I found the divorce papers in his office. How pathetic of me to think this was a mistake. I was shattered from within, all I ever wanted was a quiet and peaceful marriage with kids running about but that never happened, all he cared about was work and the little time he got he would rather spend it with Vanessa.

He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation. But the flames didn’t care.The fire danced along the walls, greedy and fast, licking up the wooden beams like they were nothing but paper. Another crash sounded from somewhere above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of its own destruction. The fire trucks arrived but it was too late. He was swooped in the arms by a large man. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream for them to save her but his throat was tight shut. He fought, but he was too weak, too disoriented. By the time the smoke had cleared, all that was left was the blackened remains of a home he once felt safe in. And her, he hoped that she had been

if your arms felt as strong as they looked.” His jaw clenched. “Lily—” “And I remember thinking I shouldn’t be noticing those things about my neighbor.” “You definitely shouldn’t.” “But I did anyway.” We were closer now. I could see the flecks of gray in his blue eyes. Could smell his cologne mixed with wine. “Tell me to leave,” I whispered. “I should.” “But are you going to?” He stared at me, and I watched the war happen behind his eyes. Want versus reason. Desire versus better judgment. Then he leaned in. Our lips were almost touching. Almost. I could feel his breath on my mouth. His hand came up, cupped my face. Thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Cameron—” He pulle

Our story. A story of survival. I set down the wine glass and opened the laptop. The document with my scattered chapters fills the screen. I close it and open a new one. My fingers hover over the keyboard. Then I type: THE DIVORCE CLAUSE The title feels right. Perfect, even. A story about contracts and clauses and the fine print of marriage. About what happens when you sign away your life and then fight to get it back. Daniel reads over my shoulder. "The Divorce Clause. I like it."

“Give me a reason not to touch you. Since you’re still alive and refuse to give me a divorce, shouldn’t we fulfill our duty as husband and wife?” Deirdre hastily explained, “It’s not that I don’t want to get a divorce! I want to meet my mother. If I see her, I will divorce you immediately, Brendan!” “Shut up!” Brendan shouted at her, finding her eagerness to get a divorce very unpleasant. “Your excuse doesn’t sound convincing now that you’ve used it twice. I know what you want better than you!” ‘What do I want? All I want is to run away!’ Deirdre thought to herself.

But now…now as I lay here staring at the revolving ceiling fan above me, all I want is to get the hell out of here. To be magically transported back to my twin-sized bed in my tiny studio apartment. Away from the humiliation of my past. For crying out loud, I am living under the same roof as the man who fate literally wanted me to be with, was destined to be with, was made to be the other half of me, but he rejected me. He didn’t want me. Didn’t think that I was good enough for him. And now he’s single again. Actually, Colin didn’t say that Tate was single, just that Sarah was gone.

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

It was as if we'd known each other forever, sharing an unspoken bond that went beyond words. His touch had awakened a fire within me, a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment. I wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that thrilled and terrified me. The way he'd taken care of me while I was down, the concerned look on his face, had all combined to fuel my desire. I was still clad in my delicate, see-through nightgown, and the cool air brushed against my skin, raising goosebumps. With a playful resolve, I let the blanket slip from my fingers, deliberately exposing my body to him. His gaze drifted downward, tracing the path of the blanket's descent. When his eyes reached my che