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.
Rekindled Fire
"Hmm," Jerica murmured, her lips brushing his ear as her fingers found the clasp of her bra. She caught the way his gaze followed her hands, a flash of heat in his eyes, his breathing unsteady as he pulled her to him, his hands sweeping down the arch of her back.
Jerica could barely think as he undid the clasp, his fingers slipping the straps from her shoulders, and a thrill shot through her as he took her in, his eyes raking over her with barely contained passion.
Jerica's fingers trailed downward, slipping beneath his trousers' waistband, feeling his skin's smooth warmth beneath her touch. His breath caught, a faint tremor moving through him, and the intensity of his gaze grew as his own hands settled over her hips, grounding her as he lowered her to the bed with care, yet a barely contained hunger.
Each touch felt electric, as though they were relearning each other, discovering the unspoken language written in the curves and lines of their bodies.