Novel & Cerita When Divorce Turned To Desire

with which he opened the door and left. Ruth felt lonelier than ever. She gently sobbed while reminiscing the memories of her parents. She stood up and walked into her parents room. She laid on their bed, her gaze fixated on the ceiling. Numerous thoughts ran through her mind. How will she survive alone? She had no friends and none of their relatives were willing to help. Not like she knew most of them, just her paternal uncle who is currently in jail for embezzling money. Her boyfriend recently broke up with her. Realizing she had no one left, she thought of the best option to get out of the situation. Suicide. She stood up and went to grab a bottle of insecticide. She took some portion of

I want a divorce, I can't stand you anymore. I crawl towards her on the bed and reply: You can dream all you want if you think I'll ever give you a divorce. You wanted to marry me, you'll have to live with it. Look at me carefully: you will never escape me. You will remain married to me until death do us part. What do you think? Just because a man shows interest in you, you ask for a divorce? Do you think he'll treat you better than I do? I say this as I grab her leg to pull her under me!

After a moment, he blinked, disoriented, as if waking from a nightmare. “You’re still thinking about divorce.” It was almost a whisper of regret. I didn’t understand why Gregory didn’t want to divorce me. After all, for a long time, that had been his greatest desire. His love for me was never genuine. He treated me as a pretend wife, discarding me the moment he got everything he wanted. So why did he now seem burdened by the topic of divorce? “Our marriage was an arrangement, and that arrangement is over,” I said, feeling my insides twist. “I still want the divorce, Gregory. You told me you wanted to hear it while looking into my eyes—well, here we are.”

The Moon must be playing some jokes on us, isn't it? Oh. What a rush! I won't even lie that I didn't enjoy it. I can still feel the thrill of it in my pussy. Our cum is still sliding down my thighs. It been so long that I have had sex and this feels like a life saver, honestly. The sex was good—but that’s all it was. It didn’t change anything between us. If anything, it only strengthened my resolve to go through with the divorce. Damian will always own a part of me, and this foolish attraction I still feel toward him will only keep growing as long as we remain bonded. But no matter how intense the desire, it won’t resurrect what’s already dead. Our marriage ended long ago, and not even lust

she said flirtatiously. Hearing those words, Seth was fucking shocked. Had this woman really turned him down? Anyone in the room would have done anything to serve Seth, but she turned him down instead. She deserved to die for it! Everyone knew that Seth was the man most coveted by every woman in the city. What had just happened? When Galileo heard Candace's words, the sweat from his freight began to break out. He didn't want to leave this beautiful woman, but on the other hand, if he accepted her, Seth would definitely kill him in the future.

~Christopher’s POV~ “I want a divorce.” To be honest, I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s expressed a desire for a divorce. However, it was all in vain. I take a peek at my petite wife. She was dead serious about getting a divorce, but this girl had no idea she was stuck with me. That she would never leave, and that no one, absolutely no one, would ever touch her. I know I won’t touch her, even though it’s tough to keep my dick from ravishing her tiny little pussy that is always on display for me. I absorbed her completely as she gulped her wine without reluctance. She is quite courageous.

"Yes, I know you didn’t want this marriage. But I’m done with it. Tired of this nightmare. Now that your job is done, I don’t need you anymore. Just sign the divorce papers." Nicole’s heart sank as she wiped away her tears. Her three years of sacrifice, her love—nothing had mattered to Abel. To him, she was nothing but a burden, a gold digger to be discarded. With trembling hands, she picked up the pen from the table and signed the divorce papers. "You can stay here until the divorce is finalized," Abel said, his tone still indifferent. "Afterward, you can move to one of the houses on the estate." Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Nicole saw the name on the screen, and her heart

We went from talking about something serious to humiliating Caspian. “But Kiva is mine. She is not yours, and she never was. And if you want to survive, you’ll divorce her," he demands. “Ark!” My mind returns to the day of my wedding. Ark was painfully calm about the marriage…he knew all along this threat would be made and that he would get his way. Divorce. “I…I can’t," Caspian stutters. If we divorced so soon after the wedding, both him and I will be ruined. I could hardly care about my reputation anymore, since I'm not even sure I'm going to escape from Ark, but I know Caspian cares about his.

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

Look where that got me. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I watched him bite his lower lip. I turned away immediately and headed out of the hall to get some air, hoping he wouldn’t follow behind. The cool breeze washed over my face, giving me a sense of relief. I shut my eyes, trying to forget for just a moment that I was trapped inside a loveless marriage that had turned me into a pawn in the hands of the billionaires. A marriage that had stripped me of every hope and dream I had, my independence and my life.