Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
And this was the house he’d found. It was called Cliffside Manor, because that was exactly what it was. She read through the divorce papers properly as she sat and tried to eat lunch. She wasn’t all that hungry but should eat, couldn’t get sucked into that, mentality of I’m not going to eat, and let herself just wither away because the man she loved didn’t love her. No, she was better than that, stronger than that. She’d learned no one loved her even as a child. This was no different to that. She’d just stupidly deluded herself into thinking it was real was all, when even she knew it wasn’t, even knew why; because love was something she craved, family was something she as an orphan had always dreamed of having one day.
Rin She walked into Wil’s office the next morning at 9am and stood staring at him. He smiled up at her as if nothing in the world was wrong,
“Good morning Marrin.”
“Is it really?”
she stated right back to the man, who had tried to dupe her into signing her life away.
“I’ve made amendments to the divorce papers. Calvin will either like it and lump it or we can go to court and make it messy,”
she stated as she leaned over and put the papers on the desk.
“What?”
Wil frowned,
“that divorce is in order, you get everything you’ve had for the past three years.”
“Do I now?”
she stated, and turned the page to where it stated everything would be given to her the day after the divorce was officially finalised. Which was the day after she was to fly out to Italy.
“I don’t think I’ll get anything with that statement.”
“Of course you will. It’s a legal and binding document.”
“Oh, and just when will I be living in the house, seeing as Calvin had decided to send me away overseas to never come back.”
“What are you talking about Marrin, I don’t understand.”
He huffed.
“Oh don’t you, I’m not some dumb bimbo, that I can’t see that holiday he has given me, is one way. There is no return ticket, just a month in Italy with no return to the states. He’s sending me away for good. So that house, just when would I live in it if I’m not to come back. I guess he never thought I’d really look at the planned trip.”
“Marrin, that is not what is going on here.”
“I believe it is. So, seeing as he wants me gone, I’ll go, but I have three conditions for him to be rid of me. If I’m to disappear from my life and my friends, as he so clearly has decided that this is in his best interest, I guess.”
She turned to the page of amendments she’d created.
“One, I want that house value in cash, he can keep the house. Do whatever he wants with it,”
she stated flatly.
“It’s just a house to him and to me, it’s not a home. Its only value is money to him. So, cash instead of the house, and I want the settlement date to be one week prior to my leaving, to make sure he doesn’t just conveniently leave me broke, in an unknown country unable to support myself.”
She saw Wil frown. Yes, she knew how to play hardball.
“Two, I want Calvin to pick me up and take me to the airport himself and not some chauffeur. He, himself, drove me there. I want him to get out of the car and get my luggage out, and put it next to me on the footpath. If he wants to send me away, then he can bloody do it himself, in person.”
She pointed to the clause.
“I think I’ve earned that much, don’t you?”
“Three, I want him to kiss me goodbye at the airport, just one kiss.”
She muttered, hating herself for wanting that from him, but that man had the audacity to try and send her away, and not even tell her it was for good. That he wasn’t having her come back, she understood him and his one-way plane ticket. So she would hit him back in the same manner and make him do something he didn’t want to do. Wil was just staring at her. She knew he’d been the one to write their marriage contract and that no kiss clause was in it.
“He won’t do that Marrin.”
Wil shook his head.
“Yes, he will, he’s a billionaire, and I, a lonely orphan he took advantage of. That’s how it will go in court,”
she rapped out. Wil was glaring at her now.
“Are you so cruel, Marrin? That you’d drag him through the mud over a single kiss?”
“Yes, apparently I’m petty, and I’m angry that he sees fit to rid me of my life and friends, send me away to a place where I don’t speak the language and leave me there, abandon me to an unknown country. I think some compensation is in order for that to happen.”
Wil looked more than angry now with her.
“I don’t care for your expression, William, it’s just one kiss, and I’ll be gone from his life and never come back. He’ll be seen as the doting husband sending his wife off on a trip is all. If anyone sees it happen, it will not harm his reputation, likely only make him look more loving and caring. He can suck it up,”
she snapped.
“Just one kiss before divorcing me. I don’t think it’s that hard a thing to do. He can take it or leave it. I’ll sign that right now in front of you if he agrees.”
“Right now?”
he asked.
