Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced: Marrying Mr Unloveable : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Iris lay on the massage table, her muscles melting beneath the skilled hands of the masseuse as she drifted into a state of blissful relaxation. The scent of lavender filled the air, soothing her senses as she let out a contented sigh.As the massage came to an end, Iris slowly sat up, feeling refreshed. She turned to thank the masseuse, only to find herself face-to-face with a friendly-looking woman standing nearby, Anya."Hi there! I'm Anya," the woman said with a warm smile, extending a hand towards Iris.Iris returned the smile, shaking Anya's hand warmly."Nice to meet you, Anya. I'm Iris," she replied, her voice soft and friendly.Anya's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she glanced over at Iris. "Are you enjoying your massage?" she asked, her tone laced with genuine interest.Iris nodded enthusiastically. "Oh. It was amazing," she replied, a hint of awe in her voice.Anya's smile widened, and a look of understanding passed between them. "I know, right? There's nothing quite like

Iris sat on the edge of her seat, her attention divided between Paul's animated storytelling and the door leading to the adjacent room. Paul was recounting tales of his adventures abroad.As Paul spoke passionately about his travels, Iris found herself unable to fully immerse herself in his stories. Her eyes kept darting towards the connecting door, her mind consumed by thoughts of what could be happening on the other side."Iris, are you listening?" Paul's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present moment."Sorry, Paul," Iris replied, offering him a sheepish smile. "I'm just a bit distracted. Your stories are fascinating, though."Paul chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you think so. But is something on your mind?" Iris shook her head, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts.Iris hesitated, unsure whether to voice her concerns. But the longer she remained silent, the more her worry gnawed at her. "It's just... I can't help but wond

Iris stood in the living room, the bright morning sun casting a warm glow on the newly arranged furniture. She caught the shock on Carter's face and her heart raced. Was he impressed or horrified?“Carter? Is this... too much?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly.He stepped closer, eyes wide as he took in the fresh paint, cosy throw pillows, and the eclectic mix of decor she’d carefully curated. “No, no! It’s amazing! I can’t believe you did all this by yourself!”Relief washed over her. “Really? You like it?”“Like it? I love it! How did you manage all this while I was snoozing?” He laughed, running a hand through his hair.Iris shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. “I might have gone shopping early... and maybe emptied my bank account in the process.”Carter’s smile faltered slightly. “Wait, what do you mean ‘emptied’?”“Just that I used the money I made from selling my watch. It was worth a pretty penny, but…” Her voice trailed off, a touch of uncertainty creepin

As they entered, the atmosphere shifted to one of sophistication and glamour. The walls were lined with exquisite pieces, and Iris felt a thrill as she wandered through the racks, touching fabrics and admiring styles. Carter hung back, letting her explore. “I’ll just be over here,” he said, his hands tucked in his pockets, a relaxed smile on his face. Iris started picking out items, feeling more confident with each piece she held. A striking dress caught her eye—deep green with a silhouette that hugged the waist before flaring out gracefully. “What do you think of this one?” she called over to Carter. “A yes,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face. “You should try it on.”As Iris slipped into the fitting room, her heart raced with anticipation. The deep green dress shimmered against her skin, and she felt a wave of confidence wash over her. She glanced in the mirror, admiring how the fabric hugged her curves perfectly.“Hey, how’s it going in there?” Carter called from outs

“It’ll help us both,” she had reasoned late one night, as they sat in their modest apartment. “If you move into the estate, Grandma Martha will be thrilled. And if she’s happy with you, she’ll start warming up to me, too. Think about it, Carter. It’s a win-win.”Carter sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t care about her approval, Iris.”“I know,” Iris said softly, her hand resting on his. “But this isn’t just about approval. It’s about securing our place in the family. You know how much this inheritance drama weighs on her. Showing her you’re willing to be part of the family could mean everything.”He had to admit, that Iris had a point. Reluctantly, Carter agreed, and two days later, they packed up their lives and moved into the sprawling mansion on the family’s estate.Grandma Martha was overjoyed, her sharp eyes twinkling as she hugged Carter tightly. “I knew you’d come around, my boy. This is where you belong.”The move sent ripples through the estate. Ollie, Carter’s