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Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED AND TWO
Third person povThree years had passed in what felt like a blink. The rhythm of the Knight household had changed, not quieter but fuller, steadier, filled with even more laughter than had always been there.Delilah’s restaurant had blossomed into more than she ever dared to imagine. What began as a single dining space now had a second location across the city, bustling each night with reservations booked weeks in advance. Magazines called her a rising culinary star, critics praised her daring yet comforting menus, and patrons whispered her name with admiration. Her face graced the front pages of magazines, her story was one of quiet determination, resilience, unwavering passion and radiant success. For once, she wasn’t just surviving—she was building.Across the city, Calix’s empire was stronger than ever. His business acumen continued to be a force to be reckoned with, his strategic mind securing new ventures and expanding his reach into new markets. But it was his public devotion t
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED AND ONE
Delilah's povTwo days had passed since my baby girl was born, and I was more than ready to leave the hospital. The doctors had finally given us the green light, reassuring us that both mother and child were healthy and ready to go home. I was exhausted, my whole body aching from the effort of birth, but I was happy in a way that made every sore muscle worth it.Calix insisted on handling everything, his voice a low, commanding presence as he spoke to nurses and administrators. From arranging the discharge papers to ensuring his security details cleared every path, he handled everything. I didn’t even get the chance to argue, which, honestly, was a first.“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back in a firm, reassuring weight. “Are you ready?”“More than ready,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. I looked down at the tiny, swaddled bundle in my arms. Her face was a perfect, peaceful little map, her eyes closed in a deep, innocent sleep. I couldn't beli
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED
Delilah's povCalix paced like a predator, back and forth repeatedly, only stopping whenever a contraction hit. “Breathe,” he whispered each time, voice rough. “In, out. You’re doing it.”“Easy for you to say,” I hissed through clenched teeth.He bent close, forehead nearly touching mine. “If I could take this from you, I would. Every second. You know that.”I believed him. I always did.Naomi stood at the edge of the bed, holding on to my other hand. She stroked my hair gently, whispering over and over. “You’re amazing, mom. You can do this. I know you can.”The pain was an unrelenting force that pushed me past the limits of my endurance. I was exhausted, my body heavy. The only constants were the beeping of the monitors, the rhythmic contractions, and the sound of Calix’s voice, whispering words of encouragement.“You're so strong, baby,” he would whisper. “You're doing so well. Just a little more. You can do this. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere.”I barely heard him, but his
Divorced My Husband And Found Love NINETY NINE
Delilah's povI woke up in extreme pain. I shifted in bed, the weight of my body feeling heavier than usual but I knew that I couldn’t brush it off as just another symptom of the late-term pregnancy. It was not the kind of pain I’d been dealing with these last weeks—the swollen ankles, the sore back, the heaviness that made every step feel like I was dragging bricks. This was different.It was a sharp pain, sharp like someone had sliced my finger with a chopping knife.I lay there for a moment, frozen in place, clutching the sheets as if I could force the pain away. Maybe it was one of those fake contractions the doctor said could happen. I turned to my side, exhaling slowly, waiting for it to pass.It eased. My body loosened. False alarm.I shut my eyes again.Calix was asleep by my side. He had been a rock, my anchor in the storm that had become our lives. I was glad when the media finally backed off and the world had moved on.Calix had taken to touching my belly in the middle of
Divorced My Husband And Found Love NINETY EIGHT
Calix's povI used to think guilt was a penance—something I carried to prove I cared. That if it weighed heavy enough on my chest, it meant I hadn’t forgotten the person I lost. A weight I hadn’t known how to put down until now. But guilt isn’t loyalty. It’s a prison. For years, that weight had been Hailey. My ex-wife. She was a woman I had loved and a woman who had broken me. For years, guilt had kept me chained to Hailey’s death, to the wreckage she left behind. I told myself it was my punishment for not being there, for letting her ride that elevator alone, for Naomi growing up without a mother. And maybe, at first, I deserved it.But the events of the past few weeks made me realize something: holding on to guilt doesn’t honor the dead. It only poisons the living. It poisoned me.I became crueler. Harder. Guarded to the point of ice. I convinced myself I wasn’t capable of love—or worthy of it.That morning, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I had to face the past. I had to say goodbye
Divorced My Husband And Found Love NINETY SEVEN
Third person povThe days blurred together inside the hospital walls, each one tethered to the rhythm of machines and the footsteps of nurses.Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of Delilah’s suite, painting the pale walls in shades of gold that felt both comforting and suffocating. She lay propped against the pillows, a tray of untouched breakfast at her side, her hand absentmindedly tracing circles across her belly.Beneath the quiet was the weight of schedules. Ultrasounds, checkups, the doctors reminding her to rest, to breathe, to avoid stress at all costs.Calix made sure she obeyed, though not always with words. His presence was enough. He refused to leave her side, not even when his own wound throbbed beneath his bandages.The man had insisted on setting up his work right there in the hospital, as though business empires bowed to the beep of heart monitors.This morning, he sat by the window, a laptop open on the polished side table. A navy jacket stretched acros
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