Divorce Is Impossible

ld get a

n at four o'clock at Lewis

n her phone. Her grip on the device was so tight that her knu

of her three-year marriage to Julian Lewis.

to discuss the divorc

cating. Baylee had not met Julian in person even after they got

t scene a stark contrast to Baylee's inner turmoil. This w

rowd, searching for Linda W

the imminent end of her celibate marriage a

en. Baylee signaled the barten

bout her impending divorce; he

receiving any major orders recently. Withou

brandy, seeking s

cohol kicked in, causing h

t was well past their agreed meeting

phone rang-it wa

her end, sounding breathless. "My boss sprung a last-m

your work," Baylee respon

since I can't be there, I've arranged a little surprise for you. I

as to decline. "But... I'm not sure that

band of three years has barely acknowledged you, and now he wants a divorce out of th

ons churned as

f-pity surged

years and his sudden desire for divorce, she thou

r phone. The alcohol in her system lent her a

ice was triumphant. "

se, her movements a bit unsteady

, she approached the door. The room number blurred and danc

t on the sofa, h

re exuded

ance, he turned around,

dim light, trying to

ndsome face framed by deep, penetrating eyes and

aptivated by the sight, reinforcin

ch unexpected attention

not entirely new to him, so he

cohol, ignored his command and drew clo

wild side..." she murmured to J

ngly pecked his cheek. She playfully tapped his face, locking eyes w

und this proximity unusual. Surprisingly, he didn't p

tience had

grabbed an ice bucket, and doused her with its contents,

arity. As she gazed at the man before her

rinted in her mind, a shockin

unseen for three years, whom she