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Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED AND FIVE
Naomi's povThe stairs ended abruptly on a small landing that opened onto the rooftop. I stepped off the top riser and froze.I stopped breathing.The rooftop glows.The air was still, quiet, and magical. It was a private, smaller section, probably a terrace attached to a restaurant, and it was entirely transformed. Everywhere I looked, delicate, warm fairy lights were strung—over the railing, across a low arch, woven through the greenery in planters. The soft music seemed to be coming from speakers hidden in the plants. A single, elegantly set small table sat near the edge, its white linen catching the glow.But I barely registered any of it. My eyes locked on the figure standing near the railing, overlooking the sparkling, breathtaking chaos of the city skyline.It was Jace.He was waiting for me.My breath hitched in my throat, a sharp, almost physical pain. I hadn’t known I was going to see him again, especially not after the narrow escape this morning. He was dressed simply, but
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED FOUR
Naomi's pov“Oh, God, no, Naomi, that neckline is all wrong. It’s a hangout, not a wake.”Anna’s voice was too loud, too bright. I shifted uncomfortably on the stool, feeling like a doll being dressed for a particularly intense tea party.“I liked the gray sweater,” I mumbled, watching my reflection in the mirror as Anna held up a cute, off-the-shoulder, black dress. It was definitely more ‘date-night’ than ‘pizza-and-a-movie.’Priscilla, perched on the counter with a makeup brush, sighed dramatically. “Honey, the gray sweater says, ‘I’m here to wash your plates.’ The black dress says, ‘Hello, gorgeous, and maybe pour me a flute of champagne.’ We’re going for the latter, obviously.”“But we’re just getting ice cream and maybe watching a terrible rom-com, right?” I pressed, looking from Priscilla to Anna, who was currently wrestling with a tube of mascara. My friends had been acting strangely since I got back. Hyper-efficient, overly enthusiastic, and sudden, synchronized silences whe
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED AND THREE
Naomi's povI parked the car and killed the engine. Before I could unbuckle, Sarah wrenched my door open.“There she is!” she announced, eyes wide. “Finally! What took you so long?!”“I was driving?” I said. “Like… I literally told you that this morning.”Sarah waved that off. “Irrelevant. Today is girls’ night emergency edition.”“Emergency for who?” I asked in confusion.“For you,” Priscilla said.“For us,” Anna added.“No time, no time, no time!” Sarah declared, grabbing my wrist with a surprising amount of strength. “You’re wasting precious minutes! Move!”She practically dragged me out of the car. I threw a weak glance back at Harper, who was watching the scene unfold with wide, captivated eyes.“Just follow me inside, Harper. Please,” I managed to yell over Sarah’s frantic instructions.Inside the foyer, Sarah stopped dramatically and turned to Harper. “Okay. Let’s do this properly. Introduce us, Naomi. But make it snappy.”I blinked, finally pulling my arm free as we all steppe
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED AND TWO
Naomi's pov“Thank you both again,” Mum said, leaning against the counter and giving Harper and me a grateful nod.Harper exhaled like she just survived a small war.“Girls, you’re dismissed for the day,” Mum continued, untying her apron. “Thank you. Seriously. I don’t know how you two pulled this off, but the storage room turned out cleaner than I expected.”Harper beamed like she personally saved the entire culinary industry. “We’re basically icons.”Mum’s laugh was a warm sound. “I believe you, dear. Now, run along. Both of you.” She dug into her apron and handed her car keys to me. “I asked the driver to leave earlier. You girls can drive yourselves home.”“Thank you, Mum,” I smiled, collecting the keys.Just then Hayden poked out his head from the kitchen. “I’m staying to help Delilah finish up.”Harper blinked. “You are?”“Yes.” He tossed the towel aside and gave Mum a polite nod. “If that’s okay.”She smiled. “I’d appreciate the help, especially since these two have to go home.
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED AND ONE
Naomi's povThe back storage room of the restaurant was a testament to organized chaos. It smelled faintly of lemon-scented floor cleaner, mixed with the dusty aroma of cardboard and the metallic tang of unopened shipment tins. I escorted Harper in, annoyance still prickling my skin from the scene she'd created out front.“This way,” I muttered, my voice reflecting every anger in me.Harper dragged her feet across the concrete floor, the sound grating. “I don’t see why I have to be back here,” she muttered, arms crossed, lip poking out like she was trying to win an award for Best Pout.I almost didn’t bother responding. I was already annoyed, and honestly still humiliated from the scene earlier when she acted up in front of customers. I was not Mum—I didn’t have that warm, patient, mother-of-all-children energy.“You’re an employee who was caught disrupting service,” I finally retorted, stopping beside a stack of banquet chairs draped in plastic dust covers. “And you’re lucky Mum didn
Divorced My Husband And Found Love HUNDRED
Naomi's povThe double doors clicked shut with a soft thunk behind the retreating couple. For a second, the entire dining room—staff, kitchen sounds, and even the usual low hum of the air conditioning—seemed to hold its breath. I did too.Then the breath I hadn't realized I was holding finally whooshed out of me, and my shoulders slumped in a wave of relief. The crisis was over. The customers were appeased and the restaurant was still standing. I was safe.But Mum wasn’t done.She didn’t turn to the staff. She didn’t even turn to me, the one who’d been blamed. She swiveled on her heels gracefully. Her eyes were icy as her entire focus snapped onto Harper.The professional charm, the heartfelt regret she’d offered the couple—it evaporated. What was left was an anger I had only ever seen surface during the most critical, high-stress business disasters. It was cold and terrifying.“Harper,” she said, and the single syllable was a low, dangerous tone. She didn’t have to raise her voice. T
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