Wild Temptation After Divorce Novels & Stories

Back in the master bedroom, I carefully slipped the divorce agreement with Timothy's signature into the pages of a book for safekeeping. It would take a month for the divorce to be finalized. … Later that night, I started packing to move out of the master bedroom. When Timothy returned and saw me limping around, gathering my things to make way for his mistress and illegitimate daughter, he stopped me. "Let Laura or the maids handle this," he said, his tone relatively gentle. "Once this blows over, they'll leave, and you can move back in. Don't worry. They won't stay long."

I whispered against his mouth: "Silas, I like you too. So the divorce papers are void. Our cooling-off period is hereby extended — indefinitely." He went still for one heartbeat. Then, like a prisoner granted a pardon, he crushed me against him. Years of suppressed, incubus-deep yearning shattered its cage all at once. Last night had been triage. Healing. This — this was the real thing. Ours. Blazing and unrestrained. The dust from the gala incident settled. The Whitmore-Ashford partnership was finalized.

Marcus’s POV It took more than self-discipline to not whip my length out of my trousers and fist it into my hand. Images of Sophia burned through me like a volcano erupting, a feeling that couldn’t be quenched no matter how many times I told myself that it wasn’t healthy. Each reproach came with a greater temptation, a feeling of what shouldn’t be —like the minute her breast had brushed my arm as she talked to me in the kitchen.

A rich second-generation heir who strutted through Fort Canon like he owned the place. "What the hell is wrong with you? You sick or something?" He looked me up and down. His gaze paused on my travel-worn old jacket, the contempt in his eyes undisguised. I ignored him. My eyes moved past him and landed on the woman inside the car, hurriedly pulling her clothes back on. The woman I had planned to spend the rest of my life loving. My wife. Daphne Sinclair. The limited-edition Lululemon jacket I had bought her was thrown loosely over her shoulders. She hadn't even managed to zip it up.

I changed my standing position, looking at them one by one. "What the hell are you saying, Teressa?" Jumping to my feet, I activated my aura of intimidation. As if preparing to attack Teressa if necessary. However, I couldn't do that. Wilder stood up, holding out his arms to protect his wife. I forgot that Teressa was his mate. Of course, Wilder will protect that damn bitch tooth and nail. "Don't blame anyone for what you don't know. You should have found out first, right? "How can you sign divorce papers, then marry so quickly to a man you don't know? Now I doubt there is any love between you," said Wilder

"Zafira Wilder, 30 years old. Divorcee. Cause of divorce- infertility, but the real reason was your ex-husband's infidelity", Azrael murmured softly and his words sliced through her like a knife. Her heart dropped at the mention of her past and the pain she tried so hard to bury now dragged to the surface. Her eyes turned red with unshed tears as the realization hit her. She glanced behind Azrael and found that only one member was there in the room, and his back was facing them.

I choked on my words as I trembled and almost collapsed. Tyler’s expression darkened as he heard me cry. “It’s you! You’re the one who reported us, aren’t you?!” Whitley suddenly jumped up and pointed at me as she yelled, “You pretended not to care, but you planned all this behind my back to ruin me and Tyler! You’re such a nasty, deceitful woman!” Tyler lunged toward me and tried to grab me. I saw it coming and dodged it easily. “Tyler, I want a divorce!”

“Oh, I want to know why your friend chose Sandra over me. is she better than me Ethan? Maybe she is and is why my husband chose her. I mean my ex now. Did I tell you we are divorced now; I signed the papers today. You know, he didn’t say a word to me when he served me the papers. Your friend is cruel Ethan.” “I am coming over; you are in no condition to be alone tonight.” “Nope, am fine. I just want to work hard and show Nick that I can be something in this life without him. I want the next time he sees me; I want…” That was all I could remember before the darkness consumed me

“Don't say anything; I know how.” Smiling, she goes, “Good, now what are you going to do about him?” Good question, “I'm still going through with the divorce and getting my freedom from the Milian family.” They treated me like garbage when I was married to him, and I don't want to go back to that. “ Oh my god!” she yelled excitedly, “I got it you two could start dating after the divorce” Getting up from my spot, I touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't sick because she was starting to talk nonsense. “ nope, no, nope,” I told “ that's not going to happen” I was trying to make myself believe my own words.

She didn't want to do it, but a part of her kept pushing her. She heard that he was a millionaire and a CEO. This might be her chance to be rich. She should do it now, knowing that she'd not be looking for any sugar daddies anymore. This one's on her age level. "Fuck you for the divorce, Abegail!" Selvin snapped. "You think you could get away from me? Well, you're wrong!" His lips were soft as he brushed them through her. Having CNC kink was hard, but the stings and pains made her feel like she was having an orgasm.