When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

“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.

Gillian suggested. “What do you want? Do you truly want to stay with me or is it just about your desires? Can you go against your father’s wish because of me? The young Gillian questioned her. “Yes, yes…. I love you so much and I cannot do without you”, Barbara yelled. “How am I suppose to go through with the divorce when I cannot live without you? I have finally found true love and happiness and I will not trade it for my father’s selfishness”, she uttered.

She flinched like he’d pulled a thread she wasn’t ready to let go. “Because of me?” she whispered. “No,” he said. “Because of me.” He walked past her, each step deliberate, like the only way not to break was to leave. Clara turned toward the chapel, candle memory still warm in her palms. The truth inside her had changed shape: This wasn’t a story of forbidden desire trying to ruin faith. It was faith revealing desire asking what they would do with the parts of themselves they could not unfeel.

"Chloe has always been the one you wanted. She's the woman you love, the one you should have married if I hadn't stupidly lured you into marrying me. There... I said it all." ​I swallowed down the lump in my throat, wrapping my arms tightly around myself to stop the shaking. "You're finally getting what you always wanted. A life with Chloe. I'm sure once you get close to her again, you'll remember she's the only one who ever mattered to you. I already moved out while you were still in a coma. Let's just cooperate and end this misery. I'll be back tomorrow with new divorce papers," I said, turning my back on him before the pain could swallow me whole.

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.

~Elena’s POV~ "Just sign the damn papers, Elena." Damian's voice is flat. Devoid of any emotion. Like I’m nothing. He talks like our time together, the kisses, the way my name dances on his lips every time he is on the edge, the flowers, the dates, the 'I LOVE YOUs', the memories, the promises, like they all meant absolutely nothing. I stare at the divorce papers in my trembling hands, my breath coming off in pants, my pulse hammering like a war drum inside my chest. My fingers tighten around the pages, as if by sheer force I can crush the reality staring me in the face.

, Dominique shouts, overlapping my voice. “You're not even willing to tell me everything! But listen here, I'm not going to let you put me in a bubble, because I'm not going to stay. I don't want you like this”, I say furiously, closing my fists and clenching them. I turn with heavy steps through the living area, but he pulls me by the arm, preventing me from continuing. In one swift movement, he turns me towards him. My breath is out of control and my blood is boiling with anger. Our gazes meet, a collision of emotions. Frustration, desire, unspoken things. It's all chaos, but the desire there is undeniable.

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to squelch down the desire to climb on top of him and run my fingers through the light sprinkling of midnight black curls on his chest and absorbing the pleasurable heat of his Kai-scented skin against mine. Argh!!! Bloody hell! I was getting wet just thinking about it! There was a dull aching throb forming between my legs and that's when I realized there was seriously something wrong with me. I was turning into a freaking pervert! And I was so totally blaming Kai for this because he was the one that had made me enjoy sex so much! And he was the one that was made of rock hard sexiness! And he was the one who let me go to sleep without satisfying a

“Stay out of trouble, Isabella.” As the door clicked shut behind Lia, Isabella slumped against the wall, her mind a swirling storm of confusion. Was Lia right? Was Matteo truly capable of breaking her? She didn’t know what to think anymore. He had already begun to chip away at her walls, testing her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. The line between fear and desire was growing ever thinner, and she didn’t know how long she could keep herself from crossing it.