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Author: Gentle Roses
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-03 23:02:19

Naomi's pov

At night the house was quiet. Everyone had drifted off to their rooms hours ago. The hall lights were dim, and the fire in the lounge had long gone out. My bare feet barely made a sound on the wood floors as I moved down the hallway, heart thudding a little faster with each step. I held my breath out of the fear of someone hearing the loud thudding of my heartbeat.

Jace’s room was the first one at the beginning of the hallway, he claimed he had chosen it for security reasons. The door wasn’t unlocked when I twisted the knob. Like he had been waiting for me. I paused for a moment outside, fingers hovering just above the frame. A dozen voices in my head whispered ‘don’t do it’. But one murmured ‘go’.

I pushed it open slowly, just enough to slide inside, and then eased it shut behind me, the latch clicking with a sound that felt deafening in the dark.

He was waiting for me. He hadn’t bothered with a lamp, but the sliver of moonlight filtering past the heavy curtain was enoug
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  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   EPILOGUE

    Third person povFour Years Later The New York humidity felt like a smothering blanket of summer air, pressed against the high windows of the room. Naomi stood by the mirror, her reflection a sharp, emerald silhouette in the floor-length silk of her gown. She lifted one hand, the movement slow as she ran a thumb over the cool, flawless fabric.The naive girl who had left New York for Yale four years ago was gone. That girl had been defensive, perpetually braced for the next blow. This woman had a degree from a top-tier university and a paid internship offer with a leading law firm. As she applied the final brush of lipstick, her hand was perfectly steady.“If you stare at yourself any longer, your father is going to send a search party,” Delilah’s voice cut through the silence, laced with its usual blend of affection and impatience.Naomi turned, a slow smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.Delilah was a vision of champagne sequins and an aggressive, confident shine—every inch t

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

    Third person povOne year later, Naomi’s life no longer felt like something she was preparing for. Instead, it felt like something she was actively living, taking it one day at a time.The campus buzzed around her in a way that felt familiar—not loud, not overwhelming, just alive. Students moved about with purpose, laughter spilling from benches, conversations overlapping as though the air itself was carrying the stories. Naomi walked through it all with her bag slung over one shoulder, her steps unhurried and her posture easy.She wasn't lost here. She belonged.“Naomi!”She turned just as Maya, her new friend, barreled into her, nearly knocking her sideways.“Still tackling people instead of greeting them?” Naomi asked, laughing as she steadied herself.Leaving New York and her old friends behind, Naomi realized she needed new connections to navigate Yale Law School. Maya, a roommate and classmate, was one of the very first friends she made.Maya grinned. “What better way to show my

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO

    Third person povGraduation day arrived in a rush and Naomi woke up before her alarm, her heart already sprinting ahead of her like it was late for something important. The house was awake too, which felt illegal for the time. Doors opened and closed. Footsteps hurried. Someone dropped something metallic in the kitchen and muttered an apology to no one.She sat up, inhaled deeply and let out a loud exhale.Today was real. The day was finally here.Her room looked like a tornado with a degree in fashion passed through it. Her gown hung from the closet door in its bag. Shoes lined up like they were waiting for inspection. Hair tools scattered across her dresser.She pulled on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt and stepped into the hallway just as Calix appeared at the end of it, dressed in his pajamas, expression composed but eyes warm.“Good morning to the latest graduate in town,” he teased.Naomi smiled despite herself. “Morning dad. You’re up early.”“I could barely sleep,”

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   HUNDRED TWENTY ONE

    Naomi's povOne month later, my life felt like it was running on a countdown clock that kept running fast.Graduation rehearsal was chaos disguised as organization.The heavy velvet of the graduation gown felt less like a garment and more like a costume—one I wasn’t quite ready to take off. I adjusted the mortarboard for the tenth time, the tassel tickling my nose until I shoved it back with a frustrated huff.“Naomi, if you fidget one more time, I’m pinning that cap to your scalp,” Sarah warned, though she was busy fighting her own battle with a safety pin and a loose hem.We were standing in the middle of the university’s gymnasium, a large space echoing with the screech of folding chairs being dragged across polished wood. One month. It had been thirty days since the chaos of finals had settled, and now, the reality was hitting me with the weight of a thousand textbooks.“It’s lopsided,” I muttered, leaning toward the reflective surface of a trophy case. “I look like a chef, not a

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   HUNDRED AND TWENTY

    Naomi's povI didn’t expect prom to end quietly.Not because it was dramatic or messy—no tears in bathrooms, no awkward slow dances gone wrong—but because it felt… complete. Like a chapter that knew exactly when to close itself.By the time Jace and I left the venue, my feet were aching, my cheeks hurt from smiling, and the adrenaline that had carried me through the night was finally wearing off. The parking lot buzzed with clusters of classmates taking photos under flickering lights, laughter spilling into the warm air, heels dangling from fingers, jackets draped over bare shoulders.I hugged my friends goodbye and followed Jace to the car. He held my door open like he always did.“You survived,” he said as I slid into the passenger seat.I kicked my heels off immediately. “Barely. If I had to do one more dance, I might’ve committed a crime.”He laughed as he closed the door, the sound easy and unguarded. That laugh had become my favorite sound without me noticing when it happened.

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

    Third person povThe smell of burnt sugar hairspray and expensive foundation was thick enough to choke the strongest of men. Priscilla’s bedroom, usually a model of minimalist luxury, had been transformed into a mini makeover studio for prom. Different dresses in shades of champagne, emerald, and midnight blue hung from the crown molding like silk banners.“If you touch that curling iron to my forehead one more time, Anna, I’m going to the dance with a third-degree burn,” Sarah joked from where she was perched dangerously on the edge of a vanity stool, squinting through a cloud of shimmer spray.Anna didn't flinch. “Beauty is pain, Sarah. Do you want to look like you walked out of a magazine, or do you want to look like you did your hair in a wind tunnel?”“The first one,” Sarah answered with a playful pout.“Don’t move,” Priscilla warned, standing over Naomi with a mascara wand raised like a weapon. “If you blink, I swear I will tear you apart.”Naomi chuckled. “You wouldn’t do that.

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