All Chapters of Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Delilah's POV I should’ve stayed at the spa. That’s where Julian sent me this morning with a kiss on the forehead and two pre-booked treatments at Washington’s most expensive wellness resort. “You deserve a break, babe,” he’d said. “Our anniversary dinner can wait until I’m back.” But I’d had a better idea. A home-cooked meal. Candlelight. His favorite wine. Me in the dress he liked most. I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to remind him how lucky we were and how perfect our marriage still could be, even if he’d been… off lately. So I skipped the spa, picked up groceries, and hummed through the aisles like a good wife in a romantic movie montage. But this wasn’t a movie. I knew something was wrong the second I pulled into our driveway and saw the door unlocked. Julian was supposed to be at a meeting, and the house should’ve been empty. I frowned but told myself it was nothing. Maybe he came home early, or perhaps he forgot to text me. Maybe he was also planning a surprise

Delilah’s POVI waited for the passengers in front of me to gather their things and shuffle down the narrow aisle before I stood, grabbing my carry-on bag with hands that trembled more than I wanted to admit. I walked out of the plane and into the airport, my eyes scanning the crowd, overwhelmed by the sea of strangers. I stepped aside, pressing myself against a wall just to get out of the way. I took a shaky breath and tried to calm the rising storm inside me."Okay," I whispered to myself. "One thing at a time. Just get through today."I walked toward the exit, my heart pounding. I didn’t even know where I was going to sleep tonight. I’d searched for cheap hotels before I left, but I hadn’t booked anything. I didn’t want to make it real back then. But it was real now. Very real.A poster caught my eye when I passed a wall of bulletin boards near the arrivals gate. It was bright gold, glossy, and impossible to miss. A picture of a beautifully plated dish—a tower of food too pretty t

Delilah's pov“Marry me.”I froze. The air in the sitting room was suddenly replaced with a weird energy. The words seemed so out of place, echoing in the space between us."Marry me," Calix repeated, calmly like he was asking what my favorite food was.My first thought was that I’d misheard him, that the stress of the past few days was finally catching up to me. A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Then, it became a nervous, almost hysterical giggle, unlike my usual laugh, and it felt completely foreign to my ears.“Mr. Knight,” I finally said with a disbelieving smile playing on my face. “That’s… that’s a good joke. Are you trying to lighten the mood? Because honestly, it’s working.” I waited, a knot of nervousness tightening in my stomach. I expected him to smirk or chuckle and say it was a joke.But Calix Knight didn't laugh. His hazel eyes were fixed on me, unblinking. His expression was serious. He didn’t blink. I didn’t flinch."I'm not."I blinked. Twice. My voice came o

Delilah's povThe next day, I barely saw Calix. He was practically a ghost. To keep myself busy, I spent an embarrassing amount of time reading articles and Googling everything I could about him, just trying to learn all I could about the man who was now my husband. Like a teenager with a new crush, I’d scrolled through image galleries and even watched a few relatively dry financial interviews just to hear his voice.I tried to take my mind off of Calix and only ended up thinking about how Julian hadn’t called, not that I’d expected him to. The man was as predictable as the sunrise. His betrayal, however, wasn't something I saw coming, and it still made my heart ache. All those years, all that devotion, poured into a man who clearly didn't love me, all of that made me more pissed at myself than him.The next morning, I decided to go downstairs for breakfast rather than have the maids bring it up for me. I heard a voice from the main living room as I descended the stairs. My head snapp

Delilah’s POVCalix groaned like he was in excruciating pain. A low, guttural sound made my breath catch in my throat. His eyes were fixed on mine, and for a heart-stopping moment, the air thickened. His jaw clenched, and his hands, which had been so gentle on my leg, curled into fists at his sides. He looked like he was struggling to keep his distance from me.Suddenly, he stepped back and turned. He didn't say a word or even look back at me. He walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut. His footsteps were hurried, like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. The silence was deafening, accompanied by the frantic pounding of my heart.I sat on the cold marble counter, my legs dangling, the burn on my thigh forgotten because of the much more potent heat spreading through my entire body. What was happening? The tension, the noticeable pull… it was overwhelming and a little terrifying. Okay, maybe more than a little.I slid off the counter, my legs feeling a little wobbly. I l