บททั้งหมดของ Divorced My Husband And Found Love: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Naomi's povDad was already on his phone, probably dialing a doctor.“Dad, don’t call the doctor yet! It’s probably just a twist,” I insisted, wincing as Mum lowered me onto the soft, velvet sofa.“Hayden! Get an ice pack from the kitchen, quickly!” Dad ordered, hanging up his phone. Even though I expected him to hesitate, Hayden nodded silently and sprinted to the kitchen.Harper sighed dramatically from the doorway, her irritation palpable. “I guess I’ll just use the awful light in the guest room, then. Since the entire house is now focused on a sprained ankle.” She gave one last exasperated eye roll and finally disappeared down the hallway toward the guest bath. The crisis of Jace’s discovery was averted—for now.“Keep your foot elevated. Don’t put pressure on it,” Mum said in a gentle but firm tone.“Okay,” I whispered, trying to sound like someone who definitely didn’t throw themselves down stairs voluntarily.Hayden returned with the ice pack and handed it over to Dad, who press

Naomi's pov I should’ve won an award—an Oscar or a Grammy—for the performance I put on this morning. But apparently, in Mum’s eyes, I wasn’t acting. I was injured.Just as I started to slide down the wall and allow myself a moment of relief, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I pushed myself upright, plastering a look of unbearable pain onto my face. Mum stopped just short of the landing, looking at me with gentle disapproval.“Naomi Knight,” she said, her voice warm but firm. “You are absolutely impossible. You’re supposed to be resting that foot, not running up and down the stairs like you’re late for a train. Now come here, let me see it.”“It’s fine, Mum, really,” I protested, trying to wave her away. “The scare made me forget the pain. Adrenaline, you know?”She ignored me completely and gently guided me back down the stairs, making me lean on the banister for support. When we reached the bottom, she sat me firmly back on the living room couch, retrieving the ice pack Hayde

Naomi's povThe air in the dining room hung thick and quiet, scented with faint citrus from the polish I’d used some moments ago and the sweet buttery aroma of freshly baked bread. It was the usual calm before noon, right before the lunch hour rush. I wiped my palms down the sides of my apron Lola had handed to Harper and I after the welcome tour.“Naomi, sweetie, the arrangement of those new menus look perfect,” Mum said, breezing past me with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. She had changed into her crisp white chef’s jacket, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant bun. She paused to greet Mr. Simon, a regular who always smelled faintly of expensive aftershave and perfume. “What do you think will be the best seller on today's menu?”I shrugged, aligning the last menu on Table Four, enjoying the small, repetitive task. The leather felt smooth, the new font bold and inviting. “I think the garlic bread and cheese will do just fine.”A sudden, sharp movement near the entra

Naomi's povThe back storage room of the restaurant was a testament to organized chaos. It smelled faintly of lemon-scented floor cleaner, mixed with the dusty aroma of cardboard and the metallic tang of unopened shipment tins. I escorted Harper in, annoyance still prickling my skin from the scene she'd created out front.“This way,” I muttered, my voice reflecting every anger in me.Harper dragged her feet across the concrete floor, the sound grating. “I don’t see why I have to be back here,” she muttered, arms crossed, lip poking out like she was trying to win an award for Best Pout.I almost didn’t bother responding. I was already annoyed, and honestly still humiliated from the scene earlier when she acted up in front of customers. I was not Mum—I didn’t have that warm, patient, mother-of-all-children energy.“You’re an employee who was caught disrupting service,” I finally retorted, stopping beside a stack of banquet chairs draped in plastic dust covers. “And you’re lucky Mum didn

Naomi's povI parked the car and killed the engine. Before I could unbuckle, Sarah wrenched my door open.“There she is!” she announced, eyes wide. “Finally! What took you so long?!”“I was driving?” I said. “Like… I literally told you that this morning.”Sarah waved that off. “Irrelevant. Today is girls’ night emergency edition.”“Emergency for who?” I asked in confusion.“For you,” Priscilla said.“For us,” Anna added.“No time, no time, no time!” Sarah declared, grabbing my wrist with a surprising amount of strength. “You’re wasting precious minutes! Move!”She practically dragged me out of the car. I threw a weak glance back at Harper, who was watching the scene unfold with wide, captivated eyes.“Just follow me inside, Harper. Please,” I managed to yell over Sarah’s frantic instructions.Inside the foyer, Sarah stopped dramatically and turned to Harper. “Okay. Let’s do this properly. Introduce us, Naomi. But make it snappy.”I blinked, finally pulling my arm free as we all steppe