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THIRTY EIGHT
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Divorced My Husband And Found Love FORTY ONE
Delilah's pov The next morning was a slow one. The kind that wraps one in laziness and no zeal to get up. Light slipped past the curtains in bright streaks. A post-vacation haze, like a soft blanket wrapped around the entire house. I blinked against the brightness, stretching my arm over the empty side of the bed. The silence in the house is oddly comforting. There’s no buzzing phone, no ringing doorbell, no drama. Just the faint clatter of dishes and the mouthwatering scent of something frying downstairs. Bacon. Maybe eggs. Pancakes? Definitely pancakes. I tugged a hoodie over my sleep shirt and walked barefoot down the hallway, the floor cool beneath my toes. My hair was a mess but I didn’t care. When I reached the kitchen, I froze mid-step. Naomi was at the stove. Wearing an apron, a ridiculous one actually, and humming off-key as she expertly flipped a pancake. Her reserved posture was relaxed, her shoulders slumped in a way that spoke of pure ease. She looked incredibly, s
Divorced My Husband And Found Love FOURTY
Delilah's povThe morning sun felt like the island’s goodbye sign to us. It was departure day and I was already feeling nostalgic. Our clothes lay scattered around the room. I folded one of Naomi’s bright beach towels, tucking it carefully into a corner of her suitcase, a sigh escaping my lips.“I’m going to miss this,” Naomi said softly, as she appeared in the doorway with a half-eaten croissant in her hand. She gestured vaguely towards the expansive ocean view visible through the sliding doors. “The waves, the quiet… everything.”I nodded, pushing down the pang of agreement that shot through me. “Me too, sweet pea. I’m going to miss waking up to the sound of waves,” I said, zipping up my bag and giving the room one last sweeping glance. "And mocktails by the pool with umbrellas that serve no purpose."I looked at her, truly looked at her. Her skin had a faint, healthy glow from the sun, and there was a lightness in her eyes that hadn’t been there when we first arrived. My heart war
Divorced My Husband And Found Love THIRTY NINE
Thirty Person POVThe rest of the day was filled with a series of small, perfect moments. Delilah had booked them a pottery class at the resort’s art center right after freshening up. Naomi had scoffed at the idea initially. “Pottery? Really? I’m terrible at anything artistic.”“Nonsense!” Delilah had argued, pulling her playfully towards the studio. “It’s about the experience, not the masterpiece. Besides, I bet you’ll be a natural.”Naomi, still skeptical, shook her head and dug her heels into the sand. But an hour later, both of them were elbow-deep in clay. It was messy, far messier than they had anticipated. Clay splattered on her arms, her face, even in her hair. She struggled to center the clay, her attempts resulting in lopsided, wobbling masses. Delilah, whose station was next to her, wasn’t doing much better. She was giggling uncontrollably, her face streaked with clay.“Oh my god, look at this!” Delilah laughed, holding up a distorted vessel that resembled a melting ice cre
Divorced My Husband And Found Love THIRTY EIGHT
third person povThe morning of Naomi’s fifteenth birthday, Delilah stirred first. She blinked sleep from her eyes as the sunlight filtered through sheer white curtains. The soft hush of ocean waves brushing against the shore could be heard as she eased out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Naomi. They had slept in Delilah’s room after binging on different shows all night long. Her bare feet padded across the cool floor as she slipped into a light flowing dress and tiptoed into the hallway, her heart fluttering with both nerves and excitement.Downstairs, the resort staff greeted her with warm smiles and hushed voices. She’d been planning this for days. Every detail. Every flavor. Every hue. Over the past two days, she’d watched Naomi closely, noting the things she reached for at breakfast, the colors she lingered on in gift shops, the songs she hummed under her breath. She wasn’t trying to impress the girl. She just wanted her to feel seen.With the help of the staff, Delilah set up
Divorced My Husband And Found Love THIRTY SEVEN
Delilah’s POVThe next morning started with matching white robes and a mani-pedi appointment at the spa that overlooked the ocean.Naomi picked the brightest shade of pink polish for her fingers and a dark blue for her toes.“Very contrasting,” I teased.“It’s called style.”I chuckled and shook my head at her antics.I picked coral.Our technician, a sweet older woman with silver braids and a love for island gossip, kept us entertained with stories of dramatic honeymooners and a couple who’d allegedly faked an engagement for free upgrades.“She told the chef she was ‘emotionally allergic to dairy,’” she whispered.Naomi nearly dropped her mocktail from laughing so hard.That was new.Her laugh was unrestrained, belly-deep.We wandered back to the villa on warm feet, barefoot and giddy, snacking on plantain chips and trying to come up with fake rich-person alter egos.As the afternoon light began to soften, we made our way to the beach again. The sand was impossibly soft beneath our b
Divorced My Husband And Found Love THIRTY SIX
Delilah's pov Naomi had quickly settled into the plush leather seat beside me. I’d offered her a pair of noise-canceling headphones and access to the jet’s entertainment system, and within minutes, she was engrossed in a movie, a small smile playing on her lips. I, on the other hand, spent most of the flight gazing out the window, watching the landscape transform below us. A few hours later, the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, announcing our descent. Naomi pulled off her headphones, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Almost there," I said, a thrill of anticipation running through me. And then, we landed with a smooth glide onto a private airstrip. We landed just after three. The air was different the moment we stepped off the plane. It was warmer, softer and even had that salty kind of calm that only came from being near the ocean. No blaring horns. No suits. No flashing cameras. Just breeze and sun and a sky so open it felt like we could breathe all the way down to our ri
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