Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 94

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Wil

He looked at the text message that was waiting for him. It stated it was from an unknown number, and although he would normally dismiss unknown calls and texts to avoid scammers and telemarketers. He could see the notification showed it was not only addressed to him personally but had Marilyn’s name as

well. ‘Wil, it’s Marilyn could‘ was all the notification read.

He was glad for the time zone difference between California; where he was away on business with Calvin, and the state of Virginia. Because although she had sent this message likely mind morning to her, it had arrived for him first thing in the morning, while he was in his hotel room and not in a car or walking about

with Calvin himself.

He was curious as he clicked the message open just what had prompted Marilyn to contact him directly? From what he could tell, it was also off her personal phone, not the one he’d given to her to track Calvin. He wondered if Marilyn thought that when Calvin got the bill for that phone he would go through it, and look to see if she was making calls or sending texts from it?—

Or was it just that she had something specific to ask Wil directly, that she didn’t want not only Calvin to know about, but the twins as well. It was entirely possible that the twins had that new phone all the time, she’d made mention of them being allowed to check it. If they were curious about Calvin himself, so it was possible they had the phone all the time.

Maybe, he thought, she’d gotten some of her memories back; that would be nice for her, he thought. Although it had only been a week since their meeting, maybe Calvin’s plan had worked and him dressing and smelling like the last time she’d seen him, had triggered something within Marilyn. Something she now wanted to discuss with him, but not Calvin.

He could only hope that her actively reaching out to him without going through her lawyer was a good thing, that maybe she recalled him and that they had been friends. He hoped so, that would go a long way to helping her recover and maybe seeing Calvin and Marilyn come back together.

‘Wil, it’s Marilyn. Could you please give me your wife Anabell’s contact details? You said Marrin and Anabell were friends. I have something to ask, and want an honest, unbiased answer to. Thank you, Marilyn.‘

He smiled at that, maybe she recalled Anabell, but then he also sighed a little on the heavy side at the words ‘honest, unbiased answer‘. Those three words told him she still didn’t trust him at all. Even though she was reaching out to him, it wasn’t actually him that she wanted to talk to, but his wife.

He called Anabell, and she picked up “Hey you,” he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Morning honey, I have a text from Marilyn Riddley. She wants to talk to you and is requesting I give her your contact details. Are you alright with me doing that?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah sure… Why me though?” she asked as an afterthought.

“From the message I got, she wants an honest, unbiased opinion on something. Doe: completely,” he muttered.

et trust me

“Come on Wil, you’re Calvin’s friend before hers, and his lawyer as well. Anything she says to you could get back to Calvin is all. Try and see it from her point of view.” She stated simply.

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“I can do that. I was just hoping she’d started to trust me with all my dealings with her without telling Calvin of things is all.” He sighed softly, and he had been hoping for that. He’d helped tailor that contract to keep Calvin away from her, and allowed a few loopholes to be slipped into it so she didn’t have to tell Calvin about her actual movements, only himself.

“It’ll take time, Wil, she has no memories and all she knows of Calvin and what you showed her, will conflict with each other is all. Give her my phone number and email address, tell her I’m happy to text or take a phone call, and email is good if it’s longer and easier to type on a computer than her phone. Tell her I’m on her side” She chuckled.

“None of that now.” Wil shook his head. “Calvin has settled down, and we don’t want to set him off once more now, do we?”

“How is he doing with all this?” Anabell asked.

“Alright, as far as I can tell. He’s taken to reading books, fiction books at that in his non–working hours.” Wil smiled. Calvin might be hiding them, but it had not escaped Wil’s attention that they were Marilyn Riddley’s books. He’d seen it last night when Calvin had finished one and was on the apps reading list.

Wil himself had recalled the covers and some of the titles there to be Marilyn’s. They were something he saw

on Anabell’s reading app. She had her dedicated favourites and reread them at times.

“Huh? I’ve never seen Calvin read for pleasure,” Anabell stated, and he could hear the frown in her voice.

“He does now. I’ve seen him chuckle and shake his head in response to what he’s reading, smile and roll his eyes even. I think he found something that interests him… He’s reading Marilyn’s books, currently still on those first few when she was Marrin, before she officially became Marilyn,” he told her.

“Ah I see… but is that healthy?” she asked.

“Yes, I’d say so, and it’s keeping him fully preoccupied as well, so a good thing,” Wil stated simply “He’s taking an interest in what she’s writing, seems to like it. I’d say it’s a way for him to feel connected to her without the need to see her kicking in. They’ll have something to talk about when that restraining order is over. Other than the children.”

“I guess that’s true. Now enough about Calvin, what do you want for dinner when you get home?” she asked, and once again he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Hmm…” he chuckled softly,

“s*x then food,” he countered.

“Wil.” She huffed a little. “Dinner?”

“Anything but chicken, that’s what I had last night,” he smiled. “Pasta would be nice. I’ll even stop and get cake on the way home from the airport.” And he would. It was her weakness, His wife loved cake. Not even fancy cake, a simple light sponge cake. He’d seen her polish off half an entire cake in one sitting once. She’d sighed it was so good, how could she not?

“Oh, I have a hankering for strawberry short cake. I’ll call our favourite bakery and order it. They always make that, and you can pick it up.”

He sent Marilyn a text message with Anabell’s number and email address. ‘Morning Marilyn, I just spoke to Anabell, and she’s happy for me to give you her contact details. Texting, calls and email she stated are good.” Then, as an afterthought, he sent another text to her.

It was a little long–winded, but he also wanted Marilyn to know that she could talk to him about Calvin if she wanted to, and know he wouldn’t relay it to the man himself. He was trying to get her to see that he was also

He got up, showed and dressed for the day and their return trip to Houston. It was already 9am in Houston and 10am in Virginia. They’d be flying out at 1030 and would arrive home in Houston around a quarter to four. By the time he picked up the cake and walked in the door to his apartment, it would be a quarter to five. Going back east across the country made his day shorter, when going west made his day longer by two hours. He liked that, it meant he would still be wide awake when he got home to torment his wife.

“Looking to pull your wife into bed, are you?” Calvin shook his head.

“Always. She’s already trying to divert my attention.” Wil chuckled “I told her what I wanted when I get home. I wont be so easily diverted.”

“I bet she knows what does though,” Calvin stated.

“That she does. All wives, I imagine, have their way of saying no without offending their husband. She doesn’t usually say no, we’re still good in that department. Seven years of marriage and we’ve outlasted three of her friend’s marriages, and two of ours,” Wil stated with a shake of his head.

“One of her friends got married about six months after we did and barely lasted a year. I think people nowadays want the big fancy wedding, but don’t truly understand the commitment. That marriage is sometimes a compromise and there needs to be open, honest communication. That it can take work to maintain it. Though less than a year,” he shook his head. “Those young ones get married nowadays with the full view of ‘I can just get divorced later if I’m unhappy.’ Or that’s what Anabell says.

“Not me. Till death do us part is my thoughts on the matter. I think 80 to 85% of things can be worked out if there’s an actual real issue. Other than that, if one is loyal and true, they never stray, and they both treat each other with respect, and they have good open, honest communication. There should be no reason for divorce at all,” he shrugged.

“Anabell and I can’t talk about work, that’s all client confidentiality stuff. So that only leaves us to talk about ourselves, each other and the things we like doing. I think that’s also where the young ones go wrong. They

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are very self–absorbed and don’t want to listen about others. No… Active listening I guess you could say.”

“Are you trying to tell me something Wil?” Calvin asked as their breakfast was placed on the table before

them.

“If you feel that way about what I said, then perhaps you know you need to work on that yourself, listening to others and not only caring about what it is you want.” Wil smiled. He’d not been trying to lecture Calvin, but he could only guess that was what Calvin took from it. Probably a good thing.

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