บททั้งหมดของ Divorced My Husband And Found Love: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Naomi's povThe bell above the door of Delilah’s Kitchen tinkled softly as I let myself into the restaurant. It was just past eleven, hours after the dinner rush had ended. The chairs were already inverted on the tables, and the familiar scent of roasted spices, sauce and pastries floated in the air.Mum was wiping down a counter, humming lightly under her breath, the last, solitary act she always performed before closing up. She looked up, her expression shifting from focused concentration to easy warmth.“Hey,” she said when she saw me. “You’re out late. Is everything okay?” She didn’t sound judgmental, just concerned.I forced a shrug. “Just… needed some air. Thought I’d swing by and see you. You know, keep you company while you close up.”She gave me that look. The one that said she saw right through the performance but respected my decision.“Well, air is free,” she said, tossing me a small smile. “Besides, we live in the same house and you could have easily waited for me to get

Jace's povThe office was small and quiet. I leaned my back against the door, breathing heavily, trying to calm the chaotic adrenaline raging in me back into some semblance of control.“Naomi, listen to me,” I said, my voice low and strained, the tension making my muscles ache. “You can’t fix this. You can’t negotiate with him. You don’t understand who my father is. Or what he expects. You don’t know the rules of this game. You don’t understand who Marcus Maddox is.”She stepped away from me, her dark eyes blazing with wounded pride and the same fierce defiance that had been my undoing.“I don’t? Enlighten me, Jace. Tell me who he is. Is he a god? He’s a man who hides behind threats to feel powerful, just like my father. I grew up with men like this. They’re bullies, Jace. And the only way to beat a bully is to punch back hard enough to surprise him.”I pushed myself off the door and moved into the room, pacing in the tight space. I ran a hand roughly over my hair.“The only reason I

Naomi's povI had to move before he opened his mouth. Before he could speak the words that would irrevocably destroy his life.With a surge of courage, I stepped fully forward, forcing myself away from Jace’s protection. My back was to Jace, allowing me to focus entirely on Marcus.“Jace doesn’t need to make a choice, Mr. Maddox,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended, but surprisingly steady. “Because I won’t be the reason he loses his future.”Marcus arched one eyebrow, amused by my audacity, by the nerve of a girl who had just been classified as a ‘distraction’ standing up to him. His faint smile was chilling.“Do you really think your opinion matters in this discussion, Ms. Knight?” he asked, his tone mocking.I ignored the jab. “It does when I’m involved. And I am removing myself from the equation. Jace doesn’t need to make that choice, because I’m not going to let him.”Marcus lifted a brow, looking amused. “You seem confident for someone who created this mess.”I took a deep

Jace's povI barely took three steps into the underground parking lot before I realized I was moving too fast for my own damn body to keep up. My pulse was racing, the adrenaline still spiking from the fight with my father, from the words I never thought I’d actually say to him. Words I’d swallowed for years finally clawed their way free.“I need to see Naomi. I need to see her,” I muttered under my breath as I unlocked my car and slid into the driver’s side. I peeled out of the parking lot, the tires screeching in protest as I hit the main road.My hands were trembling on the wheel—not fear, not exactly. More like… urgency. Like if I didn’t get to her immediately, everything inside me would cave in on itself.The speedometer needle was dangling on the wrong side of eighty, but I barely registered it. The asphalt and the world outside the windows was just a blurry smear of green and brown. Every single cell in my body was thrumming with a frantic, desperate energy. I had done it. I h

Third person povDelilah paused outside Naomi’s door, knuckles hovering just an inch from the polished wood. The house was too quiet tonight — the kind of quiet that didn’t feel peaceful, only heavy. Like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for someone else to break the tension.She knocked softly.A faint, muffled hum answered. Barely audible but loud enough to be heard through the door.Delilah gently pushed the door open.Naomi was curled under her blankets like a child pretending she wasn’t crying. She was pretending to scroll through her phone, the screen glow casting a light on her face, which was free of makeup and disturbingly pale. The slight puffiness around her eyes and the clumpiness of her lashes, however, was a tell-tale sign that the composure was a fragile lie.Delilah entered the room, closing the door without a sound and walked over to the edge of the large bed. She sat down slowly, careful not to invade Naomi’s space.For a long minute, Delilah said nothing.