All Chapters of Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Naomi's povThe silence that followed her words was oddly comforting. She leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed. I could tell she had sensed my spiraling anxiety and was already thinking of a distraction. Priscilla was a master of distraction.She suddenly clapped her hands as a wide, mischievous grin spread across her face.“Okay! Speaking of chaos,” she said, her voice instantly lighter, louder. She jumped off the bed and walked over to her oversized designer tote bag, rummaging inside. “I didn’t just come to ‘return a history binder’, you know. I came prepared.”She pulled out a pile of random objects. A couple of nail polish bottles, a pack of sheet masks, and an aggressively pink hairband I’d never seen before.I blinked. “What are you doing?”“I figured,” she continued, holding them up like prizes, “if you are going to get busted by your dad, you might as well go down looking fabulous. Besides, we are overdue for a girls’ day, Naomi. Your cuticles are a tragedy, and I

Jace's povI didn’t plan to stop the car. It just… happened.One minute I was driving, the low hum of the engine filling the silence between us, and the next, I was jerking the wheel slightly to the right, pulling over to the side of the road like my hands decided for me.The engine’s low thrum was the only sound in the car. We were barely five minutes from the house, and for the last minutes, the silence between Naomi and me had been a live wire.I shouldn’t have stopped the car. I shouldn’t have even thought about it. My job description was a very neat, very black-and-white list of directives. Drive, observe, protect and report. There was no asterisk that read, ‘Occasionally pull over to the side of a state highway and engage in emotionally charged conversations with the person you’re paid to keep at a professional arm’s length’.But the car was slowing. My foot was lifting from the accelerator. And then, before I could stop to second-guess my actions, I was easing the car onto the

Naomi’s POVMy stomach lurched. Jace? Five days trapped in a secluded house with Jace? The whole point of the trip was to forget Jace, to forget what had happened, to forget his knowing eyes and my own awful panic.I blinked. “You’re joking.”He wasn’t.“Naomi,” he said in that calm, reasonable tone that made my blood boil, “I trust Jace. He’s responsible. If he goes along, I’ll feel a lot better about letting you go.”“No, Dad, you can’t,” I protested, my voice rising in a squeak. “That totally defeats the purpose! It's supposed to be a girls trip! He’d be a chaperone! A bodyguard! It would be so awkward for everyone, and Anna would kill me.”“Naomi, lower your voice.” His voice hardened, taking on the serious tone that always signaled the end of the debate. “It’s non-negotiable, Naomi. You want to go on an unsupervised trip far away from home, you need an adult with you. And since neither your mum or I can’t go, Jace will. He’ll make sure nothing happens to any of you. If you don’t

Naomi's povBy lunch, the house smelled like grilled burgers and sunscreen. The sunlight poured in from every corner, glinting off countertops and catching in Priscilla’s glossy hair as she took command of the kitchen like she was running a military operation.She had her playlist blasting through the Bluetooth speaker—something upbeat that aggressively screamed summer—while Sarah stood by the toaster, squinting at a batch of buns that were definitely beyond saving. Anna was next to her, shaking a metal shaker like she was auditioning for some bartending competition.“Are you sure you know what’s in that?” I asked, watching her pour something suspiciously pink into mismatched glasses.Anna grinned, hair sticking to her cheeks. “Absolutely not. That’s what makes it art.”All four of us were chaos in motion. Oil popped on the stove. Priscilla barked orders. Sarah shrieked when a bun almost caught fire. And over it all, Anna and I’s laughter rang bright and unrestrained.Jace had helped

Jace's povExcept I couldn’t sleep.It was way past midnight when I gave up.I threw on a T-shirt and headed downstairs for water. The house was silent. The fire outside had long since turned to low, smoking embers. I hadn't slept, couldn't sleep. The lie I’d told about checking the security feeds had lasted maybe thirty minutes. After that, it was just me, trapped in my room down the hall, pacing and trying to understand the chaos that erupted every time she looked at me despite the boundaries I needed to maintain.I slipped out, not bothering to turn on any lights. I moved like a ghost through the massive kitchen, pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and twisted the cap off, taking a long, desperate drink.I needed air so I pushed the sliding door open and stepped onto the deck. The night was vast and black, smelling purely of cold sea spray now. I walked toward the railing, the exact spot where I had been sitting hours before.I was halfway there when I heard a soft, almost he