When Divorce Turned To Desire Novels & Stories

She was sort of wandering between dreams and reality. Caspian was about to take the opportunity to leave the room, however. She grabbed his arm preventing him from leaving. in the middle of the situation, Caspian preferred to keep quiet and observe the situation. She said to him. —When will you give me my divorce, handsome boy? what do you want in return? Caspian was surprised after the statement of a sleeping Sara. It seems that even in your dreams you want a divorce, he thought. Then he asked her in a whisper. —Why do you want a divorce so badly? Honestly, Caspian did not expect an answer, but, nevertheless, Sara gave it to him in her sleep.

she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief. David's frown deepened, a hint of contempt lacing his tone. He found Rowan's question almost absurd. "It's a divorce agreement," he replied, his words laden with cold certainty. It was clear that he had returned today with the intention of divorcing her, his relaxed demeanor merely a facade. Rowan's heart skipped a beat, her worst fears confirmed. The realization that he wanted to sever their bond and rid himself of her presence struck her like a physical blow. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way to salvage what remained of their shattered relationship.

I need no soothsayer to tell me what it is that Paige wants now. "I want a divorce, Damien", she utters softly, more like a whisper and like an affirmation of what I am thinking. What I am holding is a divorce paper that needs to be signed for Paige to be free from the cage I have her locked in. But I have no idea if I want this as much as she wants it. ****

“What truth?” This time, he held my gaze fully. “The kind that changes everything.” My chest tightened again, not from fear this time, but from something else, something sharper, something that felt like the beginning of something I could not yet fully see. Because if there was one thing I understood now, it was this. This was no longer just about a divorce. It was something much bigger. And whatever came next It was already out of my hands.

"I’m just saying that I wanted some excitement and to feel like a man. Men is polygamous in nature, you should accept it. I walked out of the room. I didn't cry. I was too tired to cry. I came back to the room and shouted, Let's get a divorce,he had no sign of regret in his face,he smiled instead,And for the first time in my life, being tired felt like a good enough reason to stop. I walked to my son door and called Leo?" No answer, His bed was made neatly, his black hand bag was gone, "He’s probably with Sarah," I whispered to myself, trying to calm down.

"But I want to be more than that, James. I want to be your wife. I want us to get married." He was not in the least shocked at her words. He had somehow knew she was going to say something like that someday. He sat up and faced her properly, which flexed the muscles in his upper arms. "Do I have to remind you that you made it clear to me that you don't want us to be more than friends when I asked you to go out with me? So,how could you —" The rest of his words went straight into Vivian's mouth as she lunged forward and connected their gobs.

She whipped her rainbowed braids around and bent over while I hurriedly walked away. I forced my way through the crowd without caring who I stepped on, pushed away or ruined their dance. Most people I offended on my way out screamed curses at me, the others just hissed. I didn’t care, I wasn't in the mood to apologize to anyone. My thoughts whirled around in my head and it felt like I was about to go insane. I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before.

“She wants the world to believe you are a pawn. We will show them that you are the irrevocable Queen. Tell me what you crave most at this moment, Elara. The world cannot hear you, but I can.” The question was a direct challenge to the control I still fought to maintain over my desire. The memory of his mouth, his weight, his raw hunger was overwhelming. “I crave the silence,” I pleaded, my voice choked. “I crave the moment when the lights turn off, and you take me again. I crave the punishment for every second I’m forced to stand beside you and pretend I’m whole.” A primal, satisfied grunt escaped his throat. He pulled me closer, trapping me between the cold steel of the elevator wall and th

Maybe it was the morning he woke up to find her crying in the garden and instead of mocking her weakness, he held her until she stopped. Maybe it was the day they found out about the babies. When terror and wonder mixed together in both their eyes. Or maybe it was a thousand small moments. A hand reached out in the dark. A smile that lasted a second longer than necessary. A word spoken gently instead of cruelly. Whatever it was, revenge became something else. Something neither of them planned for or wanted or knew how to handle. Desire. Not just physical, though that was there too. But a deeper desire. To know each other. To understand. To be understood.

Emily's POV I stood nearly lifeless right in front of our bedroom as I watched him fling out my things. Eric had just handed me the divorce papers with a gentle grin on his face. ‘Now, I can finally get to live the life I want’ he walked straight to me and whispered slowly in my ears. For a minute, I wondered what I could have done to have made my husband fall out of love with me this way. I can't deny that I didn't see the signs. But I tried. I tried so hard to keep him and make him love me. He was meant to be the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.