All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

It had been a nightmare. Marisol didn't sleep a wink until dawn, and the lights in her room stayed on through the night. Dark circles shadowed her eyes when she descended the stairs the next morning. Nick froze for a moment when he emerged from the kitchen. His gaze lingered on the faint bruising beneath her eyes, but he chose not to ask. "Sol, you could've slept in a little longer," he said. He then set a freshly prepared breakfast on the table and called out softly, "Breakfast's ready. We didn't have any potatoes for your favorite hashbrowns, so I made pancakes instead." Marisol had always loved fried food with a tender and chewy texture, especially hashbrowns. She hadn't expected Nick to remember after all these years. And yet, when she reflected on the last seven years, her preferences had often been overlooked. Lucian and Andre both favored spicy food. Aside from Elizabeth, no one had paid much attention to what she liked. A quiet mix of emotions stirred in her heart

"You're not the head of household?" The staff member's frown deepened, impatience creeping into his tone."Well, that complicates things. You'll need to speak with my colleague to understand the process first. Explaining everything would take too long, and we've got a long line behind you," he added. It was the weekend, and the crowd behind Marisol stretched quite a long way.Given the number of documents she needed to replace and her unfamiliarity with the process, Marisol had no choice but to turn to the information counter. The new staff member who was designated for inquiries was far more patient. She began, "Ms. Speight, given your situation, the first step is to replace your proof of residency. With all the required documents prepared, it typically takes five working days."However, since you're not listed as the head of household, you'll need to provide their ID. If they can't be present in person, you'll need a signed authorization letter from them, along with supporting

Since it had been Elizabeth's decision, Lucian held back from chasing Zachary out of the ward. "I'm still recovering. We'll talk when I'm better," he said. Zachary responded with a casual hum, as if oblivious to the veiled cue to leave. His eyes flitted between Lucian and Nevaeh. His grin was utterly unrestrained and devoid of manners.Lucian's expression darkened. Just as he was about to speak, Zachary cut in. "Come on, Lucian. My dad warned that if I don't show up to see you on the weekend, I'm dead meat. And besides, you're sick. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't check on you?" Lucian gave a cold smile and instructed, "Throw him out."The moment those words landed, Zayne stepped forward and grabbed Zachary, who was nearly his height, and unceremoniously dumped him into the hallway.It took a moment for Zachary before his brain caught up. Zayne's strength stunned him. Knowing he had no chance of fighting back, and even less courage to try, Zachary resorted to

"Did you have a nightmare?" Nick's voice was gentle as he spoke. "I was heading downstairs to get some water when I heard you calling out. I got worried, so I knocked." Had she really been calling out in her sleep? Had the dream unsettled her that much?Still, Marisol figured it must've been involuntary. She gave a weary nod and murmured, "I haven't been sleeping well."Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lucian's bloodied face and the image of herself locked behind those dim, suffocating bars. It frayed her nerves like barbed wire. After a beat of hesitation, she inquired, "Do you… have any sleeping pills?" She couldn't continue like this. Without proper rest, her mind would only deteriorate further, and she wouldn't be able to return to her design work. Nick shook his head. His tone was disapproving. "They're not good for long-term use."Noticing her disappointment, he hesitated before offering gently, "If you're comfortable with it, I could sit by your bed until y

"Marisol? Marisol?" The journalist's voice, sharp with impatience, pulled Marisol out of her reverie. "Should we go public with this? Whether it's fully true or not, this would cause an uproar. The Sorensen family might not fall, but it'll surely cause them trouble." As an entertainment journalist, scandal was his lifeblood. It didn't matter who got dragged into the spotlight or whether the story was entirely true. All that mattered was the explosive headline. Marisol furrowed her brow. She understood the weight of this revelation and its potential fallout. Yet, spreading unverified claims wasn't something she could condone. At the very least, she needed confirmation. After a pause, she asked, "What I asked you to look into was whether Amara had ever been in contact with Nevaeh. Has Amara spoken to her, followed her orders, or anything like that? Can you confirm that?" The reply came swiftly. "Nope. From what I've found, aside from sharing the same father, those two have