บททั้งหมดของ Divorced My Husband And Found Love: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Naomi’s povWhen I woke up the next morning, the first thing I felt wasn't residual hangover from the party, but a cold, heavy chunk of dread. It was painfully awkward, sitting right in the pit of my stomach, a churning mixture of shock, exhilaration, and deep, profound guilt.I woke up earlier than usual, though it felt like I hadn’t really slept at all. The sheets were twisted around my legs, and the air still smelled faintly of him. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to steady my breath, pretending that if I stayed still long enough, maybe everything that had happened last night would stop being real.Then I noticed he wasn’t beside me.Jace was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with his back to me. The early sunlight cut through the curtains, tracing gold along his shoulders. When he turned, our eyes met. His expression was calm in that quiet way that made my pulse race faster. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, soft and

Naomi’s povJace muttered that he’d give us a minute and slipped out of the room quietly. The soft click of the door closing seemed to echo forever. For a long, suspended heartbeat, I just stood there staring at the space he’d left behind. My pulse hadn’t slowed, instead it thudded painfully against my ribs, every breath catching on the memory of his touch. Then I turned toward Priscilla.She was still by the doorway, frozen in place. Her face was pale, her mouth slightly open, eyes flicking between me and the half-closed door as if trying to make sense of what she’d just seen. The silence was suffocating.“Pris…” My voice broke halfway through her name. I didn’t even know what I meant to say after it.She blinked, finally moving her hand to the doorknob and letting out a shaky breath. “Naomi, what…” She stopped, pressing her lips together, clearly unsure which question to ask first. “What the hell was that?”I wanted to answer. I wanted to come up with something that would make sen

Naomi's povAt night the house was quiet. Everyone had drifted off to their rooms hours ago. The hall lights were dim, and the fire in the lounge had long gone out. My bare feet barely made a sound on the wood floors as I moved down the hallway, heart thudding a little faster with each step. I held my breath out of the fear of someone hearing the loud thudding of my heartbeat.Jace’s room was the first one at the beginning of the hallway, he claimed he had chosen it for security reasons. The door wasn’t unlocked when I twisted the knob. Like he had been waiting for me. I paused for a moment outside, fingers hovering just above the frame. A dozen voices in my head whispered ‘don’t do it’. But one murmured ‘go’.I pushed it open slowly, just enough to slide inside, and then eased it shut behind me, the latch clicking with a sound that felt deafening in the dark.He was waiting for me. He hadn’t bothered with a lamp, but the sliver of moonlight filtering past the heavy curtain was enoug

Third person povWhen they arrived home, everything felt heavier.The long drive, the laughter that had faded halfway, the silent goodbyes when the girls had been dropped off—all of it seemed like a weight in Naomi’s heart. The transition from the cool atmosphere of the SUV to the emptiness of the mansion was almost shocking.Jace pulled up the black SUV to the main entrance without comment, but as he killed the engine, the sudden silence was thicker than any noise had been.Jace was already out, pulling the trunk open. He didn't look at Naomi, but she watched the way his biceps flexed beneath the dark fabric of his hoodie as he hefted Naomi’s heavy duffel bag. He was officially back to being the bodyguard.Naomi had barely stepped onto the crushed gravel driveway when the front door opened. Her father stood near the base of the staircase. Dressed sharply even in casual hours, Calix Knight looked every bit of a man who never looked unprepared for anything, a camera or confrontation.“

Naomi's povThe black gravel of the path crunched under my heels as I followed Jace, the silence thick and heavy, threatening to snap. The air was cool, heavy with the scent of wet grass and flower blooms. The lights from the ballroom spilled faint gold onto the gravel path, catching the edges of his suit as he stormed ahead of me. I could still hear the music faintly—laughter, champagne glasses clinking, the jazz band playing on.Jace didn’t stop walking until we were deep into the perfectly trimmed garden at the back of the house, far from the gala and all the noise coming from the house.“Jace,” I hissed, quickening my pace. “Would you just…stop?”He did. But when he turned around, the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of me. There was fury there, yes—but it was not the kind that scared me.“What was that?” he demanded. His voice was low, rough. “You just let them—”“Let them what?” I snapped, even though my heart was thudding like a drum.“You let them dance with you.