Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 62

CH 62

Calvin

He sat in his home office staring at an email from one of his tech guys, Andrew Who he’d had dig up everything he could on one Marilyn Riddley from the state of Virginia. He’d given Andrew everything that he knew about her to make it easier for the man to hunt her down and track her information.

He’d done this because, after his conversation with Wil in the bar, he’d realised Wil was out there moving around him, where Marilyn Riddley was concerned without telling him, and he’d come to the decision, he didn’t like it. That Wil knew something that he didn’t and wasn’t willing to part with it, and Calvin wanted to know what it was for himself.

The information he’d just received from Andrew showed him that everything about Marilyn Riddley also aligned with her being Marrin, just like he’d suspected. This woman just appeared out of nowhere eight years ago. She’d been an author before that, but Marilyn, In the flesh and blood, just didn’t exist until eight years

ago.

She’d never had a driver’s license until the day after Marrin got on that plane. Never owned anything at all until just a week prior to their divorce being finalised. The first time she’d bought a phone in her name was the day after Marrin was supposed to get on that flight. After everything in Marrin’s world had been shut down that very day as well. Then Marilyn Riddley had just appeared out of thin air.

Andrew was good, and he was glad that he worked for him. Andrew had hacked everything on the woman in the past two days and found out many things about her, including that she lived in a town called Bedford, Virginia. That her two sons. They were twins who were seven years old. He knew what kind of car she drove, or would be once she got the all–clear. A Toyota Rav4 Hybrid 2024 model.

What he was sitting here just staring at now was her twin sons‘ names, Callum and Vincent Riddley, and although there were no pictures of them. Because Marilyn had no social media that wasn’t related to her writing career, and his guy had dug into that and had underlined for Calvin, that even that account wasn’t managed by Marilyn, but by her agent, Lisa Stevens.

Calvin had been on that site many times himself. He recalled that there were no pictures of Marilyn or her children on there, just book covers, blurbs, and release dates, all career–related things, Bar the incident between him and her. Although, as he checked it now, there was a picture of Marilyn up on that sight, one of her which showed her sitting in what was stated to be her writing studio; she was sitting at her writing desk.

It looked neat and tidy, and she had framed prints of her book covers on the wall behind her. Calvin sighed softly to himself. She looked so much like Marrin as she smiled up at the camera, and he was trying to let it

all go, but as his eyes moved from his phone, back to the email and to the children’s names and their age. Callum, Vincent and they were seven. He couldn’t un–see it, Calvin in the first three letters of their names. when they joined together. Was that why she’d never allowed her lawyer to bring them up? Specifically withheld that information, he could recall seeing them in the ICU ward pressed up against the glass door watching their mother, waiting to be allowed in, to see her.

Those two boys both had black hair. He now realised, what if she really was Marrin? And those boys were his and hers? They’d had s*x just once when she was not on birth control, so it was entirely possible she could have gotten pregnant that one time. If Marilyn was Marrin and those boys were their children, then he and

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Marrin had a family. Something he knew she wanted.

Something that he himself had wanted, and he’d ruined everything. If she was Marrin, she’d raised them.

without him, on her own and he’d missed everything. He had to know now, and as much as he’d told Wil he was going to leave it alone, and he had tried to do just that, it had been over a month, and he’d stayed away.

Stayed away and left it alone until Wil himself had pricked his curiosity and now Calvin couldn’t ignore what was before him. A woman who looked exactly like Marrin, not just in appearance, but in her mannerisms and handwriting, the age of the twin sons, and their names as well.

There was one thing that was still bothering him as he sat there thinking about what he was going to do, and It was that Marilyn had been diagnosed years ago with amnesia. Wil had told him that himself. He’d gotten angry at hearing the words and ended the call to him over it. Hadn’t wanted to hear those words at all. Hated

that excuse.

Calvin sat there and thought about that, how to go about getting what he wanted, and realised that first and foremost he needed to get solid proof that she was Marrin, that the twins were his. Something that he could put in front of Wil to shut him up when he realised Calvin was still stalking the woman from a distance.

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