Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 39

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Lisa

It was going to be hard to tell Callum and Vincent what had happened to their mother and almost just as hard to look at the two of them now, with the knowledge she had, rattling around inside her brain about who she thought Calvin Reeves was likely to be to these two boys; to Marilyn herself.

She’d walked into Marilyn’s hotel suite and stated their names like she’d always done, “Cal, Vin,” and she’d had a shiver run through her entire body as they’d both turned and looked at her. Her heart had tightened inside her chest. They looked, she realized, just like that man who’d assaulted their mother twice now, who had just put her in the hospital.

Marilyn, she knew, recalled nothing of her past, but Lisa had a sinking feeling that one Mr Calvin Reeves was going to be Marilyn’s past, and the man was not at all nice from all she had seen of him. Likely to be an abusive ex-husband, it was no wonder she’d never regained any memories at all. It was likely deep down in her subconscious mind she didn’t actually want to, so her brain just opted not to, so she was completely in the dark, because a real part of her just wanted to forget everything about him.

From all Lisa had seen, she couldn’t blame the woman either. No one should have to suffer at the hands of a brute like that, regardless of how much money he had. Having wealth or fame was no excuse for beating your wife, it didn’t give them the right to hurt others. Yet she could see from just watching him, and all she’d read about him and those other women, he did think he had a right to do that. He was probably of the opinion no

one could touch him..

She also didn’t think this man was going to be willing to let go either. He, in all reality, knew exactly what his wife or ex–wife looked like; all her mannerisms and what he’d seen in Marilyn, had led him to not only think,

but believe she was Marrin.

All of Marilyn’s communications to Lisa, even back in the day, had the name Marilyn written on them, but Lisa had never once checked with accounting or legal to see if that was her real name or a pen name. She didn’t handle the drawing up of the contract or the signing of it, she was just her agent through the publishing house, and was the one to pass on the offer of a book contract from the publishing house director. But it was the big boss who signed all Marilyn’s contracts back then in the beginning, and now here in the present as well. The company had its own lawyers for drawing up contracts and all other legal matters. She herself sat in a nice office in the editing department 90% of the time.

So it was entirely possible that the very first few contracts she’d signed when she was just an unknown, might have a different name on them. They could well have the name Marrin Reeves attached to them. Her job was proofreading and editing, and to let the boss know when a new book was being written and was finished. To help organise book tours with the PR department, now that she’d managed to get Marilyn to do

that.

She would have to go back to the publishing house and physically check the contracts, have one of the company’s lawyers dig through the archives for them. They might not even be there now. Marilyn had been an author for ten years now, and legally five to seven years was all that was required to be kept for taxation

purposes.

Lisa had only ever known her as Marilyn Riddley. Not once had she ever written her name as Marin, and

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she’d seen the mail at the house, the hospital bills from her previous accident over the years. They all stated Marilyn Riddley, so why would she think she was anyone else, that she was a different person? There was no

need for her to think that.

Lisa had hunkered down in front of the boys, looked at them and then sighed heavily before telling them, Tm sorry boys, your mum has fallen down a set of stairs. I’ve had to send her to the hospital. Hamilton is going with her, so I can come and get you.”

“I don’t know to be honest, she was unconscious, she hit her head during the fall. The paramedics also said she possibly broke her wrist as well.”

She could see fear welling in them as she tried to explain it calmly to them. They both knew their mother had long–term amnesia and this could well mean she’d suffer it again. She was certain that was what they were thinking, and how could they not when it was kind of a running joke in that house between the three of them? They were now, however, worried that she’d wake up and actually not recall them for real, and it was probably a full possibility. Hell, she could wake up and be Marrin Reeves and have no memory of being Marilyn Riddley, mother of two. That wouldn’t go down so well with her children. She was going to have to look that one up. “I’ll pack a few of your mother’s things, extend our stay here at the hotel, but you’ll have to stay with me for the time being… or me here with you. My room is only a single room, not a suite.” And it was.

Marilyn had created a nice guest house out in the barn just off the side of her house, built a one–bedroom apartment with a loft bedroom and a carport. She’d actually kept the size and the barn style as well, but the inside was like a luxury hotel room. Marilyn and the boys had stayed in it when she’d remodeled her own home as well.

They’d already heard of the accident that had happened in their hotel, and seen someone get wheeled out injured and unconscious. The manager had apologised and offered to comp the rest of their stay, when she’d told him that she needed to extend it due to unforeseen circumstances.

Lisa had accepted it, knew why he’d done it even, the hotel manager was trying to save the hotel from getting

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