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Moonlit Confession: One More Chance With My Beautiful Mistake

Moonlit Confession: One More Chance With My Beautiful Mistake

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Chapter 1 I Want A Divorce

Word Count: 735    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

acted?" Rhett

ough the window, wrapping

bathroom, and shadow

e, his grip firm on her wrists held high above her head. His other hand

came the heat of his breath. A gen

ugh Alina's body,

ing her bottom lip

knees finally gave out,

ind. He laughed softly, kissed her bare shoulder, and after a mom

y on the bed, her body had giv

y and walked toward the bedroom door. Sum

turning hi

nt to

six months, yet it felt more

yes. But their hearts an

ter how intense it got, they alw

e born out of love. It was arranged, deliberate,

ly, but instead of returning to th

s along the armrest in a rhythm that matched his

esire cooled, her thoughts

y air around him grew cold

d and clear. "I've already asked my lawyer to draw up the papers. T

hed long and tight. The air felt

hers, his usual smile gon

ething to take lightly-and an

t just two people but the web of relationships, a

"This is my c

swallow, his face giving nothing away

dded.

e like a meeting than a breakup. Just lik

stood and walked toward th

rred to him. He turned back, his smile making a brief return-wry, amused, sh

, her hand tighteni

ead. "A farewel

f to meet his eyes. "Mr. Yates, are you saying

them sparked again,

y tight. He met her gaze, and then gave a short, cold laugh. "St

m. "Thank you, Mr. Ya

separate ways, no strings, no expectations. Just freedom and the

ng herself. Her fingers reached for her phone on the nightstand. She typed a message

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Moonlit Confession: One More Chance With My Beautiful Mistake
Moonlit Confession: One More Chance With My Beautiful Mistake
“Just as Alina and Rhett finalized their divorce, a friend pressed Rhett. "So that's it? You don't regret it one bit?" Rhett just shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets, a crooked grin sliding across his face. "It was just a deal from day one. There's nothing to regret." Yet at a party pulsing with bass and laughter, whiskey loosened his guard and reignited old heat. He slipped through the crowd, pinning Alina to a wall, his breath brushing her hair. His palm skimmed her waist, guiding her silk-clad thigh around his hip. With a soft, raspy tone, he murmured, "What if we gave us one more shot?"”