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Divorced My Husband And Found Love TWENTY THREE
Naomi's povBreakfast, the next day, was unusually quiet. It felt like walking into a library where everyone was mandated to keep quiet. The long dining table was filled with bowls of fruit, steaming trays of eggs, toast and bacon, and the silver gleam of cutlery. But no one said much.Dad sat at the head of the table, his eyes already on the latest issue of a financial magazine beside his plate. Mum sipped her green tea in delicate, graceful movements, the china cup never clinking against its saucer. Isla kicked her legs under the table, her fork stabbing mercilessly through her eggs before she finally took a bite.And me? I picked at my toast like it had personally offended me.And of course, Jace was missing from his usual post by the doorway which only meant he was outside, stationed near the garage or perhaps preparing a car for the ride to school. My eyes flicked toward the tall windows and I caught a glimpse of Jace standing outside the glass doors.The silence pressed in, thic
Divorced My Husband And Found Love TWENTY TWO
Naomi’s POVThe days after Isla’s scare blurred together and life slipped back into routine. And as usual, I found myself slipping into thoughts about Jace whenever I was less busy. The image of Jace and how he had been calm squeezed itself under my skin and refused to be ignored. He was like a fortress, a wall of perfect control.He hadn’t flinched through any of it—dishing out solutions instead. He just stood there, jaw locked and his eyes unreadable.And it gnawed at me.The worst part? I didn’t want to make him angry anymore. I didn’t want to poke the bear just to see him bare his teeth. I wanted… God, I don’t even know what I wanted. Maybe to know there was something beneath all that steel. I wanted him to feel, to be a little messy, a little human. And suddenly, getting a reaction out of him became a mission.So I started small.The morning drives to school was my first attempt. One morning, we were in the car on the way to school. I slouched against the leather seat, scrolling
Divorced My Husband And Found Love TWENTY ONE
Naomi’s POVTime seemed to slow down to a painful crawl. Isla’s words were filled with innocent delight yet, they felt like a perfect, tiny hand grenade dropped right into the air.Mum froze, color draining away from her face almost completely. Her protective instincts flared instantly. She set Isla back just enough to look her in the eye. She didn't look at us. She kept her gaze fixed on Isla, but her smile was completely gone. Her hands rested on Isla's shoulders gently like she wasn’t losing her cool. “What did you just say?”“The old man!” Isla repeated proudly, bouncing on her heels. “He said I could come play with him at the palace. With lots and lots of toys.”“Isla,” Mum said, her voice dropping, the light tone gone, replaced by a low, sharp thrum of alarm that made my stomach churn. “Baby, I need you to explain. Who was this man? Where were we when he talked to you? Did you go anywhere with him?”The quick pace of the questions and the undeniable urgency in Mum’s voice, were
Divorced My Husband And Found Love TWENTY
Naomi’s POVThe silence in the car wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating, like a heavy blanket, filled with unspoken terror and accusation.“Naomi,” Gabe muttered, turning in his seat to look at me. “I am so, so sorry. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I’ll never forgive myself.”“Don’t talk to me, Gabe,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. “Just… don’t.”I caught Jace’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He was looking at me now but he hadn’t spoken a single word since we drove out of the mall parking lot, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.I already knew what was coming. The air felt charged and I could practically hear his jaw grinding. He didn’t disappoint.He finally broke the silence. “How?” Jace began. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn't need to. His tone was low but it conveyed the message. He was pissed. “How did you let Isla slip away like that? How did you let this happen, Gabe?”Gabe stiffened, his head snapping up. “What do you mean, I let her slip away? I thoug
Divorced My Husband And Found Love NINETEEN
Naomi's pov“You don’t have to watch me pick jeans,” I said.“Orders are orders.”I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible.”He simply rolled his eyes in response.I ignored him, flipping through hangers until I found a jacket I liked. Still, I couldn’t shake off the awareness of his steady gaze.When I finally emerged with a shopping bag, Gabe and Isla were waiting by the fountain. Isla was munching on a pretzel with Mr. Bunny stuffed under her arm.“Success?” Gabe asked.“Maybe,” I muttered.“I know you bought something boring as usual,” he chuckled.“Thanks for the review.”We ended up at the ice cream stand and I let Isla pick first, because apparently letting a three-year-old get the first pick is critical to global peace.“Pink one!” she squealed, pointing to strawberry flavour.Gabe ordered chocolate. I got mint. Jace didn’t get anything, just stood there like ice cream was beneath him.We walked to the center court to get a bench, juggling cones and napkins. Isla was seated betwe
Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTEEN
Naomi’s POVThe weekend was supposed to be my wasting away day. After a week of dragging myself through pop quizzes, assignments, group projects, and teachers with way too much energy for a school day, I just wanted to cocoon myself under my blankets and pretend the world didn’t exist.Unfortunately, my three-year-old sister had other plans.“Naomiii,” Isla whined from the edge of my bed, bouncing on her tiny toes like a hyperactive bunny. “Take me to the mall. Pleeease.”I groaned into my pillow. “No.”“But…”“Nope. Not happening.”Her little gasp was theatrical. “But Mr. Bunny wants to go too.”I peeked out from under the blankets. She was clutching her scruffy stuffed rabbit like it was a VIP guest. Its ears were bent in opposite directions, and one button eye was hanging on for dear life.“Bunny can stay home and sleep,” I mumbled. “Like me.”“Please, Na-Na. Pwetty pwease?” I didn’t even need a soothsayer to know Isla was still standing by the edge of my bed, her voice high-pitche
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