When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

Celeste's house looks just as vain as she is. Beautiful , but haunting. Julian walks the pathway and rings the doorbell. Silence echoes through the walls. He rings again. Deja vu crawls up his spine. Celeste had rented this place right after their legal separation. The last time he rang this doorbell, she threatened to file a restraining order. He only wanted to talk to her…find out why she betrayed him. She didn't just break their marriage. She broke him. Left him empty and gasping for air.

Shaking my head, I followed her downstairs to find out what her end game was because I couldn’t believe that woman would want a divorce. “ What’s the game, Arianna? Is it money you want?” I found myself asking her because I was fighting the urge to come to terms with what was on these pieces of paper. With her back towards me, she said, “ I don’t want your money; all I need is a divorce.”, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Is that so hard to believe? That I just need a divorce?” she asked me with a look of disbelief on her face.

The weight of his actions crushes my spirit, leaving me to grapple with the shattered remnants of our once-promising love. The memories of our passionate moments, so real and intense, now feel like cruel illusions, mocking my vulnerability. How could he express such desire and longing, only to coldly present me with this divorce settlement? It's as if he delighted in offering me sweet promises, only to snatch them away and replace them with bitter disappointment. Tears blur my vision, shimmering in the corners of my eyes, as I struggle to control the trembling in my hands. The very core of my being trembles with the intensity of my emotions, threatening to break free from its fragile confine

My body is unbearably sensitive. Just the lightest touch from a man unsettles me, sending ripples through my senses, sometimes… something more. Because of this sensitivity, my husband has started to see me as something he can simply hand off, like a gift or a present. My name is Desiree Lockhart, and I've been married for two years. My husband is a well-paid executive at a medical equipment company, and our life is comfortable—at least financially. But there's something about me, this sensitivity, that can make even a fleeting brush of contact feel like an electric charge.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

A powerful, wealthy, sophisticated man like Jade Dantrix would never be genuinely interested in a plus-size, ordinary, washed up woman like my ex-wife. She was probably just a temporary plaything he was using before throwing her back into the gutter where I'd left her. And in time she would be back at my feet groveling for me to take her back like she should have done instead of confidently signing those divorce papers and walking away like she didn't care about me.

Charlotte’s POV I couldn’t hear anything anymore as the room had become strangely quiet, even though I knew people were still standing around me. The divorce papers trembled in my hands, and I stared at the signature line without truly seeing it. This couldn’t be how my marriage ended. Not after everything. Not after all the promises we’d made. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and slowly looked up at Alex who was still standing beside Desiree. He wasn’t avoiding my gaze but that cold look was plastered on his face. I took one slow step toward him then another until we stood only a few feet apart.

I wanted to pin her down, throw her legs over my shoulder, and fuck her right into the cushions. I wanted to get lost in the passion, to forget about all the other bullshit in my life. When she and I were connected because I didn’t feel like a criminal or a broken soul. I just felt like a man…her man. She turned away, looking at the fire in her fireplace. “Baby,” I whispered. “Let’s see this through, you say this would never work, but I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m not asking for forever. I’m just asking for now.” I stepped closer to her then slid my hand underneath the fall of her hair. I missed the way my fingers used to touch her soft hair, the smooth strands that were so easy to fis

My husband wants to divorce me? “What have you done?” I snapped as my hands quickly picked up the divorce papers. “Me? I just granted you the freedom that you long for, Elena,” Brandon said with a proud smile. This man…he’s just as crazy and reckless like before… “This is crazy…I’m going home!” I cried out loudly. “You can’t. Our business here is far from over. The night has just started…” Brandon said, clearly amused. “What do you want?” I snapped at him.

"The thing is—if you’re divorcing Vienna, why can’t I stay? I’ve been here. I’ve supported you." I stood up slowly, my body swaying slightly as I tried to steady myself. "Let’s get something straight, Desiree. As long as I haven’t signed those papers, my marriage isn’t over."