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Chapter 8: Crack in Authority
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Unexpected Divorce Chapter 33: Hidden hands
The thought still lingered in my mind as I walked straight toward the hospital’s front desk. “Hello,” I said with a polite smile as I approached the receptionist. “I would like to see Doctor Juliet, please.” The woman looked up from her computer, her expression neutral. “Are you a registered patient here?” she asked. For a brief second, I hesitated, trying to think quickly. “Not exactly,” I admitted. “But she was the one attending to my friend.” The receptionist nodded slightly and began typing on her computer. The soft clicking of keys filled the quiet space. After a moment, she stopped and looked back at me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Doctor Juliet’s shift is already over for today.” My heart sank a little. “Could you try calling her office line?” I asked quickly. “Maybe she hasn’t clocked out yet.” The receptionist shrugged lightly and picked up the telephone. She dialed a number and waited. A few seconds passed. Then she lowered the receiver. “No answer,” she said. “You
Unexpected Divorce Chapter 32 : Fragile courage
“By who?” I askedShe swallowed.“Mr. Fourth.”The name felt poisonous in the air.Heat crawled up my spine.“Oh God,” I whispered, pulling her into my arms.Her body stiffened at first, then melted against me, shaking.“But how?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Confusion crept across my face, disbelief fighting logic.She pulled back suddenly.“You don’t believe me?” she asked, tears flooding her eyes again. “Anna, please… don’t look at me like that.”Her voice cracked on the last word.Guilt punched through me.“No,” I said immediately, cupping her face gently despite the bruises. “No. That’s not what I meant.”“Shh…” I murmured, brushing my thumb lightly beneath her eye. “I believe you.”Her shoulders sagged with relief, but the fear didn’t leave.“What will I do now?” she asked, her voice smaller than I had ever heard it.I forced myself to steady, I didn’t know what to do either, but I knew one thing — I had to be strong for her.I had to think for both of us.Be
Unexpected Divorce Chapter 31: Dark rejection
It had been two weeks since we measured Mr. Fourth.Two long, suffocating weeks.Every single design Daniela and I submitted was rejected.Not revised.Not adjusted.Rejected.I sat in the living room staring at the latest rejection email from my laptop, my jaw tight, not from fear, but from frustration.I am already exhausted.My fingers ached from endless sketching. Crumpled papers littered the floor around me like silent evidence of failure. I already knew it wouldn’t be easy working with Mr. Fourth—but what I hadn’t expected was how deeply it would drain me.I couldn’t sleep.Ideas came halfway and died halfway.My mind felt stretched thin.What kind of man was Mr. Fourth?I stared into nothing. The house was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall.My phone beeped with a notification from Instagram.I picked it up lazily from the table, hoping for a distraction.New York Fashion Blog.I clicked it.Luxury & Bliss — New Store Opening Celebration.The photos loaded one after
Unexpected Divorce Chapter 30: Mr. Fourth
Daniela and I exchanged a glance before stepping inside.Behind a sleek white desk sat a woman in a fitted navy suit, her hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch her patience with it. Her expression didn’t shift when we approached.“Good morning,” I began politely. “We’re from Sweet Body. We’re here to take Mr. Fourth’s measurements.”Her eyes moved slowly from me to Daniela and back again.“Did you book an appointment?” she asked flatly.Her tone was rude and indifferent.“Not personally,” I replied evenly. “But he’s expecting designers from Sweet Body. Could you please inform him that we’re here?”She stared at me for a second longer than necessary, as if weighing whether I deserved her effort.Then she picked up the telephone.“Hello, sir, Designers from Sweet Body are here,” she said into the receiver.A pause.“Yes.”Another pause.She hung up.“He’s in a meeting,” she said, gesturing lazily toward a waiting area with two fingers. “You can sit there.”No apology. No smil
Unexpected Divorce Chapter 29 : Dirty Laundry
The moment I stepped into the hallway, she folded her arms. “I heard you’ll be in charge of Mr. Fourth’s design.” “Yes,” I said. My voice came out softer than I intended. Sad. I still hadn’t told her about the video. If I did, she would panic. And right now, panic was the last thing I needed. The fitting room where Martha confronted me had been private. This hallway wasn’t. I glanced at my wristwatch to check the time. “It’s almost break,” I said quickly. “Let’s get something to eat.” Jessie studied me for a second. She knew me well enough to notice the shift. But she nodded. “Fine.” We stepped outside Sweet Body and began walking down the street “Why would she give you that assignment,” Jessie said, her tone tightening, “when she could’ve taken it to the older designers? And with Daniela? The new girl?” She talks while we give way to pedestrians. Silence. Our flats scrub against the pavement. “Anna,” she nudged. “Talk to me.” We walked a few blocks and entered a small
Unexpected Divorce Chapter 28 Test or Trap
Anna's POV “Everyone, gather up.” Martha’s hands clapped sharply, the sound slicing through the design floor. Conversations died instantly. Designers straightened, chairs scraped lightly against the floor, and fabric rustled as everyone assembled around her. I stepped out of the restroom just in time, smoothing my expression before joining the group. My face felt composed again. No one needed to know what had just happened behind that locked door. Martha stood at the center like a general preparing to announce war. “We have an order,” she began, pacing slowly in front of us, heels clicking with authority. “A customized one.” She paused for effect. “It came from Mr. Albert Fourth. The CEO of Nexus,” A low murmur rippled through the room. “What about the fifth?” Daniela joked from the back. Laughter burst out. Everyone laughed except Martha. The sound died almost instantly when Martha’s head turned. She walked toward Daniela slowly, her expression blank, controlled. ”You’re
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