When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

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.

I watched their love blossom yet it was cut short by the hands of the devil I married as a husband. I do not want to be remembered as your wife, I do not want to go on to the world beyond with your name stained to my garment. I would love to be cremated as a divorced woman, a divorcee is far better than being your wife. you are hurt but I wish I could pull out my heart for you so you see just how dead it looks.

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.

“If it is not working, divorce him. End it. You do not need to stay with a man who does not want you.” I shook my head as tears kept falling. “I did not say anything because I thought maybe I could fix it. I thought if I stayed long enough, if I proved myself, if I acted like a good wife, maybe he would look at me and see something worth loving. But he never did. And now I feel trapped. I do not want to divorce him. I do not want Ronan to grow up and be labeled as the product of a broken marriage. I do not want him to feel like a child born from a divorce.” My voice broke again. “I feel like I am in a cage. I feel like I am screaming and nobody can hear me. I do not even know who I am in tha

To my surprise, his gaze briefly flickered toward me with a hint of recognition in his eyes before he quickly looked away. As I walked away from the cafe, clutching the bag of croissants, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. Danna's words about Isaac's love for his wife echoed, but I dismissed them with a hint of irony. Jokes on her. Relationships are ever-changing, and perhaps Isaac had found a new connection.

And I never looked back. I remembered the next day Storm blowed up my phone and continuously coming to the house to come see me. I broke out of my thoughts as Linda came in sighing heavily. "What happened?" I asked her. I stood up and smoothed down my bodycon form fitting cream dress. "Dad and I had a long talk. And he accepted that I should follow my dreams and that he'll always support me. We finally had a father daughter bonding time and his stupid girlfriend had to interrupt," she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch.

Two people who vow to give their souls to the other, voluntarily. Thank you, Jane Austen. But I'm not ready. With Dom, everything is uncertain. My feelings for him are still there, and it's making me terrified. I shudder at the feeling of him not wanting me. What if one day, he'll leave and divorce me, just like Caitlyn. He said he wants me, but he doesn't love me. All he has are wanton feelings of desire. Desire to possess or take hold of something—which is me, in this case.