Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 91

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Marylin/Marrin

Calvin

Lou pulled the car up outside the front of Wil’s apartment building and Wil looked right at him before getting out of the car, “Do not succumb to texting or calling that phone, Calvin. I have a feeling Marilyn will take offense to it. She could well have agreed to this condition in order to test your willpower as well as your

intentions.”

“Understood,” Calvin nodded. “Although Wil, I think it’s important that she also knows when I get home today. So I think a single text to state I’m home is acceptable, and one at the office tomorrow, so she knows where that is as well. Yes.” He put to Wil.

That phone she’d been given hadn’t moved once from her home location, it had been completely stationary within 50 minutes of her leaving the hotel that morning.

Wil was just sitting looking at him. He seemed to be debating with himself the answer to Calvin’s question “I won’t if you tell me not to.” Calvin offered up “I just think she, and I guess the boys, have a right to know where I live, seeing as I know where they are.”

Wil sighed a little. “Alright.” He nodded and then pointed a finger right at him. “Keep it formal, and do not expect her to text you back. Do not get mad if she doesn’t open it or respond to it, and text her again. Do you. understand me?”

“Yes,” Calvin nodded. “I’m a grown up.”

“Really? Your behaviour of late indicates otherwise.” Wil commented “If I get an email from Liam about her being annoyed in any way. It’ll mean she feels you’ve breached your contract. So keep it short and directly on point. No long–winded greetings or appearing to want to talk and interact with her. Formal, not informal.” Wil warned him and got out of the car.

Calvin smiled. “Baby steps, not only for me.” he murmured to himself as Lou pulled the car out and headed for his apartment.

He smiled as he walked inside and tossed his overnight bag on his bed, then sent a short direct text to that phone. He left his phone on that message as he stood in the kitchen and made himself something to eat. Smiled when he saw it was read.

That didn’t take very long at all. He stood and watched for a response from her, because he was in fact hoping for some sort of snarky comment about he wasn’t allowed to text her. He sighed a few minutes later when it didn’t happen, and he wondered if she to thought about why he’d sent it in the first place.

Was it him trying to initiate a conversation with her? It was in part, but another part of him was thinking the address of his penthouse might jog/her memory in some small way. He’d never moved; still lived exactly where he had when they were married. So he was hoping she’d be curious about where he lived and check the address, maybe google it and see what the building looked like, and that might just bring about a mer two of her being here.

Although she had never spent the night here, she’d had a key and dropped by to pick things up occasionally. He got nothing and put his phone down. Marilyn wasn’t going to be drawn into any form of interaction with

him.

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Marylin/Marri

He sat on his lounge and wondered if that was simply because she had no memories of being Mamn? Or because she’d meant it when she’d said, ‘Don’t expect me to be nice to you! She was actively going to make him fall into line and wait, he thought to himself.

He wondered if the boys had been told yet? And how did they feel about it? Were they concerned or happy and maybe a little excited about having a dad? He knew that she would tell him. It seemed her word was her bond. She also wasn’t going to be a push over. He’d originally thought she was quiet, shy and timid, because she’d not wanted to deal with him and just seemed to let everything go.

Now he knew she was anything but, likely just a woman that didn’t like drama, and he’d pushed and pushed until her life was a drama mixed with his. What he’d seen this morning was likely the real Marilyn. A hot–headed and stubborn woman, not actually willing to give in to anyone’s demands. Compromises could be made, but she wasn’t willing to just be stepped all over or pushed aside. He liked that about her.

gone off She wasn’t anything like Marrin, who had always just nodded at him and told him yes, smiled and and done whatever he’d asked her too. Though now, as he thought about that, it was more likely because of that contract she’d signed, the clause not to cause disruption to his life, and she was never allowed to cause a scene in public in his life.

He sat thinking about the differences between Marilyn and Marrin. Her hairstyle, make–up, and clothing choices were also the polar opposite of Marrin. He could put that down to her just wanting a completely different life; a new fresh start. It was kind of to be expected, he thought, if one was going to change their name and start a new life. You would go about changing all those little things about yourself to help you let go of who you’d once been, or he thought so anyway.

It stated there were only 47 chapters to it; a short book, he thought, but that could be expected with her first venture into the world as an author. Though the reader count was just over four million, and this one book. had over 500K followers. He smiled at seeing that. He could only imagine it would grow with every new reader reached, even with her new books, as they wanted to read other things she wrote.

He swiped the bar at the bottom that stated swipe to read first chapter. Marrin had become a successful author even before they’d gotten divorced. This book he was now reading wasn’t just a fantasy romance, she had created her own realm and laws her characters had to follow, and it blended those realms into the human realm here, giving readers the illusion it could be a possibility.

He could see how the computer programmer that Marrin had been could even do this. That company where she’d worked had been about making their own indie games. A game to play was essentially just a story to be told, it had scenery and dialogue, drama and was fictional. Something she or one of those women thought up, and they all contributed to bringing it to life.

Marrin had just turned what she could do as a game creator into a more in–depth work of art was all. She simply opted to use words to tell her tale instead of code. He could see both sides of Marrin and Marilyn in her writing, and it made him smile to know she still got to do something she loved.

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