Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
“You say that, but that girl is in love with you, Calvin, you said so yourself. Told me she was all curled into you after your second wedding anniversary and murmured she loved you in her half-addled sleep state.”
“I know,”
he muttered, and a slight smile touched his face at the memory of it. She’d been so cute, hugged into him patted his chest a little and sighed all softly, kind of dreamily murmured ‘I love you, Cal.’ She was the only one allowed to call him Cal. Everyone else called him Calvin or Mr Reeves.
“You should have asked for a divorce back then,”
Wil muttered,
“now look at what you’ve got yourself into.”
“I wasn’t ready then.”
He sighed and sat down on the man’s couch, and he hadn’t been. Yes, she was his wife, but it was contract marriage and he’d never looked at her in any other way than that.
“I have to ask for it now, I just couldn’t do it today as planned.”
“Well, the sooner, the better, you know this. Even a no-contest divorce, which it will be, will take six weeks to settle and be finalized, so I suggest you start making those plans of yours come to light. Or she might just ask for it herself. Do you really want that?”
“No,”
he muttered.
“It has to come from me,”
he nodded.
“I’ll sort my end out today. I know where she dreams of going on holiday. It’s not half obvious her screen saver is the place she wants to go.”
“Then make the plans, you keep her passport, right?”
Wil stated.
“Yes, it’s with mine. I’ll get it all sorted out, the flights and accommodation, the tours I know she’ll want to go on.”
he nodded decisively. His mind was made up.
“It’s a lot of effort for a divorce, you know that right.”
Wil shook his head.
“Mm, I’m the good guy, remember.”
Though he didn’t feel like it right now, that girl had nobody, dumped in an orphanage and then raised in the foster system. He was surprised she was so well-adjusted. He shook that off and stood up.
“When will the papers be drawn up?”
“When you list off what you want in them, I’ll draw it up today I got the time, no court today myself. What is she getting?”
“The house we share, and four million dollars should do it. Then that holiday all paid to her dream destination. I’ll make it first class, as well.”
He would spoil her a little, she deserved it.
“Are you sure you want to do it this way, Calvin. You could simply…”
“No, it has to be this way. We have to get divorced, it’s the only way I see her being happy. She’ll understand my intent is to let her go, so she can be happy in the future.”
“It could backfire, you know, I’d be willing to bet there is a temper in that wife of yours.”
“Hmm, I’ve never seen it,”
he shook his head.
“She’s too sweet to yell and scream and pitch a fit. Likely just stare at me and mutter ‘right where are the papers.'”
Or that was what he was hoping for.
“I don’t want a big scene made out of this, keep it low-key and out of the papers.”
“So when are you going to do it? Will you be delivering the papers yourself? Or will I be the bad guy for your sweet-natured, loving wife?”
Wil muttered.
“I understand you don’t like it, Wil, but we can’t go on in our marriage as it is. It’s not right and you know it. I can never tell her I love her back, so it’s time to get divorced.”
He stated
“If you can get everything drawn up by tomorrow, we’ll both go to the Cliffside Estate, and I’ll tell her I want a divorce and you, my friend, can hand her the papers.”
“Yay, I ain’t getting in the way if she tries to smack you one.”
“She won’t,”
