Divorce With Benefits: A Second Chance At Love
#Married #Office Romance Jerica Evans, a devoted wife and clerk at City Hall, feels her world slowly unraveling as the cracks in her once-loving marriage deepen. Her husband, Jared, a high-powered lawyer with a fierce courtroom reputation known as "The Siberian Beast," has grown distant, and his cold demeanor leaves Jerica questioning everything. Once the pillar of her life, Jared now feels like a stranger, more lighthouse than man—steady but unreachable, leaving Jerica adrift in loneliness and suspicion. When she catches him leaving work early with a mysterious woman in a red dress, her world shatters. As she balances her growing suspicion with the suspicious arrival of Harold Braddock, Jerica's former flame, the lines between loyalty, betrayal, and her own desires blur. Her once steady life spirals as her husband’s frosty demeanor and her own emotional wounds collide. As the emotional distance between her and Jared widens, Jerica must decide whether to fight for a love that seems to have slipped away—or walk away from the man who once completed her. What will she decide? What is Jared's secret? Was their marriage truly over? Has she truly stopped loving him? This is a heartstring-pulling journey of love, pride, and the devastating cost of hidden truths and unspoken desires, where one woman must decide if she’ll fight for the man she married or leave him behind to save herself. Please support the book by voting. Leave reviews and tell me what you feel in the comments.
The Painted Toes
Jared ended the call, his gaze resting on Jerica's peaceful face. Her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, completely oblivious to the storm of emotions churning inside him. Without thinking, he moved closer, kneeling beside the bed.
The room was bathed in a soft, muted glow, the evening light casting long shadows across the floor. He gently lifted her hand, cradling it in his, and placed it on her cheek. His larger hand covered hers, holding it in place as if he could draw strength from her even in her sleep.
He didn't say a word, but the apology filled the space between them—an unspoken plea for forgiveness. For everything he had failed to be. For every lie, every moment of distance, every misstep that had led them to this place.
The weight of his confusion, his guilt, pressed down on him, and for a few minutes, he let himself be still as if her touch could somehow make sense of the chaos in his heart.