Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 92

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Marilyn

She tossed and turned in her bed and had a weird–ass dream about being in the middle of a felid of flowers

that just never ended. No matter where she ran in that field, she just couldn’t seem to get out of it.

The smell of those flowers was also very familiar to her, but not also not one of an actual flower either. She

knew even in that dream that what they smelled like to her, was Calvin Reeves‘ aftershave, and she seemed

to be enveloped in it and unable to escape it.

Then, as she turned about inside that dream, there was Calvin Reeves standing off in the distance and the flowers were gone. She turned away from him, and tried to run away, as she heard him call out her old name Marrin.‘ She could hear him coming after her now, and as she tried to run away from him, she found herself unable to run at all. Her legs would barely move even as hard as she tried to make them.

They wouldn’t move any faster than an agonisingly slow trudge. She felt as though they were weighed down. by something heavy, and although she was screaming at herself to run, and trying desperately to make herself move and run, she could not. “Rin,” She heard him call out to her.

There was no escape for her and she knew it. Turned and looked over her shoulder, and he was almost upon her. “No.” she gasped and turned to face forward once more, only to find herself face to face with another version of herself. One with a much younger and softer look than her own, she had long hair that was curled at the ends, and softer make–up. She knew it was Marrin by instinct.

I’m coming for you.‘ that version of herself told her and was then reaching out a hand towards her. Marilyn stopped trying to run and came to a standstill, turning away only to find Calvin Reeves was right there behind her reaching out his hand towards her as well. She was trapped between the two of them, with no way out, and she screamed “no” inside her dream, then woke up in real life.

She was still in her bed, and her whole body was a lather of sweat, as if she’d actually been running in real life, not in the dream. She was hot all over and her heart was pounding inside her chest. It was still dark outside, and she had to calm herself down, take a few steadying breaths, and she sat up and just kind of hugged herself for a moment and breathed calmly as she pulled herself together and let go of the dream. She glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was just on 3am, and she sighed to herself, why did she always wake up at this hour? The witching hour is what she considered it to be. She often woke now at this time, to dreams of being hunted and chased. Although she rarely recalled them with clarity, today it was clear as bloody crystal.

She also knew herself well enough to know she was now wide awake and there was no going back to sleep after that dream. She sighed to herself as she got out of bed. She even knew why she’d dreamed of it. She didn’t need to be a genius to figure that one out. It was simply because, in that meeting, Calvin had been wearing an aftershave that had itched at her sense of smell and memory.

She’d not been able to recall it or recognise it, but something about how he’d smelled was very familiar to her.

art of her Now, as she stood in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, she understood it was that forgott that was his ex–wife Marrin, who had smelled it. It was likely going to be the very aftershave he worn during their three years of marriage.

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I bought that for him.‘ Popped into her mind and she closed her eyes and shook her head, didn’t even try and

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argue with herself about it, or hearing that thought either. That scent had brought back something of Marrin that had pushed into her dream.

She understood herself well enough to know that this very dream was actually how she felt right now in her life. Trapped between one Calvin Reeves and Marrin; a woman she didn’t recall. Calvin wanted her to be Marrin, and now it seemed to her that Marrin wanted to come back and take full control of her.

che supposed, or at least recall the woman, Marilyn sighed and wondered if she would just vanish altogether and have no memories of being Marilyn for the past eight years? Would Marrin’s memories just completely overlay who Marilyn was? Her eyes moved to the second floor to where she knew the boys were sleeping at this very moment.

‘No‘ she shook her head, that was ridiculous, and just something that was done in movies and books to create more drama for the viewers and readers. In reality, one always retained all their memories from the moment they’d originally lost their memories and their old life. They just simply recalled the past was all, recalled what they lost and understood who they’d once been, when it happened.

Marilyn had a feeling that was exactly what was going to happen to her. She was going to get it all back, likely hadn’t because a part of herself was also scared to know the truth and didn’t actually want to.

and fear of his obsession with her, and she had no idea if that was what Marrin had also felt. She only held that one memory of the two of them together, and it was filled with the pain and anguish of a broken heart. Thoughts of that man being in love with another woman. So did Marilyn really want to know the truth of Marrin’s life with Calvin and just how bad it been, in the lead up to their final moment together?

Would she have to become Marrin once more? She had no idea if Calvin would want the person she was now. It was a nightmare for her to think about at times, and so she tried her best not to think about it, which was likely delaying the inevitability of her regaining her actual memories.

The more she thought about it, herself as Marilyn and Marrin, a part of her wanted to know what Marrin was like, but also at the same time, not in conjunction with Calvin.

Who was Marrin? That was what she actually wanted to know. Just Marrin; not Mrs Calvin Reeves. Marrin the orphan, Marrin the computer programmer, Marrin the author, before her life must have fallen apart, and she’d run away and changed her name to Marilyn Riddley to escape being Marrin Reeves.

Marilyn’s once happy, comfortable, easy–going life for the past eight years, was now just a confusing and partly unsettling and at times upsetting world around herself. And she knew that it wasn’t going to get any better until she recalled all of her memories as Marrin. As much as she wanted to stay here and just be Marilyn Riddley, she knew that it was inevitable that her life was going to change completely.

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