Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 122

CH 122

Marilyn

She put the dishes in the dishwasher and then walked about the house with them, showed the boys downstairs before taking them upstairs, to where the bedrooms were. They looked at her, and she waved them off, “Go find a room for later on.” She told them, “Just not the one at the end of the hall, that’s the

master bedroom.”

“Where you and dad slept?” Vincent turned and looked at her.

“Mm,” she nodded. “It was.” She stated and wondered just what it looked like now. She sighed and walked down there and pushed into the room, then kind of just came to a halt. It was exactly as she recalled it. Right down to the same decorative pillows on the bed, she walked into the middle of the room and looked about.

The painting of trees was still on the wall by the bed and as she turned to look past the fireplace that divided the room’s sitting area and walk–in closet, she could see the large flower print still on the wall in the sitting area. Marilyn walked over there and ran her hand across the chairs and looked out the widow, even the drapes were the same.

Calvin had changed nothing about this room. It was all still tailored to her. She’d picked all the furniture for this room, and though it was now a decade old, it had been well maintained and kept clean, so it still looked

new.

She sighed and wondered why he’d changed nothing, considering how he’d reacted to her on the street. She’d have thought he’d have gutted this home, though she’d also thought he’d have sold it, but he hadn’t.

She walked over to the walk–in and stood staring at it. All her old clothes were still neatly hung on the ranks and her shoes lined up, everything was exactly how she’d left it. There were even a few of his suits still there. But it was 70 percent all her things. She sighed softly to herself and wondered just what was going on inside

his mind.

Before she knew who he was, all she could think was just how much he must have hated his ex–wife. But now, looking at all this, he’d never gotten rid of a single thing in the past eight years. She wondered just how often he came here. If he did at all, she understood he knew Marrin wasn’t dead, but he’d seemed to have left this

house just waiting for her to return to it.

Maybe he should have sold it to move on properly from her, holding onto something like this, probably only fed his obsession, or maybe this was where it had started. She didn’t know, but surely coming in here after everything he’d gone through wasn’t healthy. What if she had actually died?

Was he just going to hold onto this house and all her belongings for the rest of his life? She sighed and walked back out and into the bedroom, to find the boys both standing in the middle of the room, looking

about.

“It’s massive mum,” Callum stated.

“It is,” she nodded, near on half the ground floor of her house in Bedford would fit in this master bedroom.

“Come on, let’s go outside. Let’s check out the guest house by the pool. That’s where we’ll be staying. It’s got two bedrooms. I’ll take one, and you two can have the other.”

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“But we could stay in the house?” Vincent looked up at her. “Dad won’t mind.”

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She looked about the master bedroom and wondered if that was actually true. He might actually mind quite a bit considering it was still all Marrin. “Come on. Not our house,” she stated simply, and it wasn’t her house anymore. She’d been paid the sum total of it in cash, as part of the divorce settlement.

She took them down to the car and gave them their suitcases and walked the path out to the pool and the guest house. She smiled at them when they gasped at the size of the pool, and then they were running over and pointing to the spa. “Mum, look it’s a spa.” Callum grinned at her.

“Mm.” she nodded. That was actually heated, all she had to do was turn it on.

“A barbeque area too.” their suitcases were left behind them in their excitement as they ran about the pool area, climbing on the pool loungers.

“Don’t fall in, it’ll be cold.” She called out to them, as she collected their suitcases and made her way to the doors of the guest house and opened them with the key she had, and pushed inside. The boys were here a moment later, running about all over the place, climbing on furniture and then on the beds.

She shook her head, nothing ever really phased them, it was just a new place for them to climb on everything. She rolled their suitcases into the room they would be staying in and hers into the other. And checked the time, still an hour before that flight landed, “Come on boys lets walk about the grounds.” She told them.

They were out the door before she was, and she shook her head, wondering where they got their energy from. They never stopped being on the go unless they were watching a movie or playing a game. She walked them through the gardens and let them just run about all over the place. There was a lot of grass out there leading up to the cliff, and she was casually strolling along just letting them explore the grounds.

Yelling about that, they wanted to ride their scooters and bikes along all the paths that were around the garden and the house. She wondered if that was a wise idea. They would likely challenge each other as to who was the fastest and end up falling off or riding or scooting into the pool if they weren’t careful. Or have one run into the other and knock each other down. They’d done that before.

She came to a halt at the stepping stone pathway and smiled at the boys, “Up to the cliff?” she asked them.

“You got photos up there, let’s go.” They were latched on to her and dragging her along the path a moment

“It is beautiful up here,” she stated, and sat down next to them. Still, it amazed even her. It was barely 1pm

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