Romans & histoires When Divorce Turned To Desire

DIVORCE ON SURPRISE IVY'S POV "I want a divorce." Rowan’s voice echoes through the sitting room as he throws what look like divorce papers onto the desk in front of me. Tonight is supposed to be our third anniversary, and I’ve prepared all his favorite dishes—only for him to come home and shatter my world with these documents.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

The moment she stepped down from the plane, she made calls to ensure it was properly decorated with twinkling lights, rose petals, and candles. Two waiters were going to be devoted solely to catering their dinner, whatever Hardin wanted. Melanie had visions of slowly dancing under the stars with the man she loved. Instead, she stumbled upon his betrayal, hitting her hard in the face! Before Melanie could respond, Hardin crossed over to her calmly and handed her a stack of papers. "Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers."

Do you know what my biggest wish used to be? Nancy shook her head. "My biggest wish was to marry you," I revealed. I continued calmly, "In the end, I did marry you like I wished, but it turned out that married life with you wasn't as joyful as I thought. So now I have a new wish—to divorce you and live freely. "Nancy, didn't you say you were going to make my wish come true?" Of course, Nancy didn't want to make that wish come true. She asked me over and over why I wanted a divorce. I'd always forgiven her before, so why was I suddenly so set on leaving her?

Outside, the rain started again, softer this time. I closed the laptop slowly and wrapped my arms around myself. I had wanted a divorce. I had wanted freedom. Instead, I had stepped into something far bigger than a broken marriage. And I had the strange feeling that this was only the beginning.

We could give in to our desires for one night and then act like we never knew each other. It was perfect even for what I'd offered to her before. I could let her go after it and allow her to live her life while processing the divorce, which wouldn't take long. It could be so easy for us to get what we wanted, but she was too reluctant and it was driving me crazy. My mind and my groin couldn't take it anymore. They both wanted her, so badly. To my utter surprise, I looked up to see Scarlett staring at me while biting her lips and I let out a curse. Shit.

Oh no, was this emotion I had vowed to never accommodate with returning? “Let’s return home tomorrow then we can get a divorce.” “Are you mad?” I frowned. “I’ve been thinking about it and I think it’s best if we go our separate ways. You clearly don’t want this marriage and I don’t want it anymore. I’ve always learned that I never have the things I want, I can’t have the happiness I desire and my stupid fantasies from movies and books can never come true.” I thought she had uttered divorce last week because she was drunk.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to admit it. “You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?” I say instead. “Because you’re so perfect, right? You’ve never needed anything from anyone.” She arches an eyebrow. “I don’t need to play the victim to get what I want, Desiree. That’s the difference between us.” “That’s rich, coming from the woman who cried her way through three divorces.” The room goes silent, the kind of silence that feels like a bomb waiting to go off. Caspian clears his throat, sitting up straighter.

As soon as Desiree saw her best friend, she broke into tears all over again as she hugged Sasha tightly. “Oh, my God, Desiree. What's the matter? Why are you crying?” "Gerald doesn't love me, Sash. He wants a divorce.” “What? Why?” Pulling back from the hug, Desiree answered. “Winter... Gerald's ex... She woke up from a coma and she accused me of being the one who ran over her with my car, and Gerald believed her. He believes I'm a murderer. That's why he asked me for a divorce. Tell me, Sasha. Do you think I'm capable of killing someone?"

Even lying curled on the ground I can see the imprint of his fingers. “Isn’t it obvious?” I reply evenly and carefully. “It’s a divorce agreement, Michael. I drafted it myself last night.” A silence stretches between us as we contemplate one another. Even though there are only a few feet between us, it feels like we are separated by an unpassable chasm of emotion and heartbreak. This man, my husband, has become somehow unknowable to me.. Before Evelyn returned, I’d have sworn that I understood him better than I understood myself some days.