All Chapters of Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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NINETY FIVE

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

NINETY SIX

Third person povThe scream was a terrified sound, filled with panic and loud enough to yank the breath right out of Naomi’s lungs. The only thing she could think of was that Isla had discovered Jace in her closet.Downstairs, everyone snapped at attention immediately. Delilah was already half-rising from the couch, her face pale. “Isla! What was that?”Calix, still holding his phone, looked up at the staircase, his jaw tight. “That was definitely from Naomi’s room.”But before any of them could think of going upstairs, the scream was followed by a huge crash. The sound echoed through the hallway upstairs and cascaded down the stairwell—a distinct, heavy impact, as if something had been violently thrown to the floor.But the scream suggested that it was an accident.“Oh my God!” Naomi gasped, clutching her supposedly twisted ankle, but her eyes were fixed on the landing above. “She must have knocked over my chair! I should have reminded her not to run!”“I have to go up there,” she in

NINETY SEVEN

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

NINETY EIGHT

Naomi's pov“Wait, hold up,” Mum said, pausing just before she reached the mahogany doors of the entrance. She wore a black dress that clung to her body like a second skin and paired it with a grey knit sweater. “Naomi, sweetheart, can Harper borrow a jacket?” she asked. “The terrace at the restaurant gets chilly at night.”Beside her, Harper perked up like a crow spotting something shiny. “Oh! Yes. Definitely. I get cold really easily.”I bit back the retort I desperately wanted to launch and smiled tightly. “Uh… sure. I have a few in my closet.”“A few?” Harper repeated, already smirking as if preparing for war. “Let’s see them.”We headed to my room, and Harper made herself perfectly at home by throwing open my wardrobe like she owned shares in it.“Right. Options,” I announced, pulling a few likely candidates from the racks. “I have this classic navy trench—very Parisian, very chic. Excellent for blocking the wind.”“No,” Harper dismissed instantly, not even looking at the fabric.

NINETY NINE

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

HUNDRED

Naomi's povThe double doors clicked shut with a soft thunk behind the retreating couple. For a second, the entire dining room—staff, kitchen sounds, and even the usual low hum of the air conditioning—seemed to hold its breath. I did too.Then the breath I hadn't realized I was holding finally whooshed out of me, and my shoulders slumped in a wave of relief. The crisis was over. The customers were appeased and the restaurant was still standing. I was safe.But Mum wasn’t done.She didn’t turn to the staff. She didn’t even turn to me, the one who’d been blamed. She swiveled on her heels gracefully. Her eyes were icy as her entire focus snapped onto Harper.The professional charm, the heartfelt regret she’d offered the couple—it evaporated. What was left was an anger I had only ever seen surface during the most critical, high-stress business disasters. It was cold and terrifying.“Harper,” she said, and the single syllable was a low, dangerous tone. She didn’t have to raise her voice. T

HUNDRED AND ONE

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

HUNDRED AND TWO

Naomi's pov“Thank you both again,” Mum said, leaning against the counter and giving Harper and me a grateful nod.Harper exhaled like she just survived a small war.“Girls, you’re dismissed for the day,” Mum continued, untying her apron. “Thank you. Seriously. I don’t know how you two pulled this off, but the storage room turned out cleaner than I expected.”Harper beamed like she personally saved the entire culinary industry. “We’re basically icons.”Mum’s laugh was a warm sound. “I believe you, dear. Now, run along. Both of you.” She dug into her apron and handed her car keys to me. “I asked the driver to leave earlier. You girls can drive yourselves home.”“Thank you, Mum,” I smiled, collecting the keys.Just then Hayden poked out his head from the kitchen. “I’m staying to help Delilah finish up.”Harper blinked. “You are?”“Yes.” He tossed the towel aside and gave Mum a polite nod. “If that’s okay.”She smiled. “I’d appreciate the help, especially since these two have to go home.

HUNDRED AND THREE

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

HUNDRED AND FOUR

Naomi's pov “Oh, God, no, Naomi, that neckline is all wrong. It’s a hangout, not a wake.” Anna’s voice was too loud, too bright. I shifted uncomfortably on the stool, feeling like a doll being dressed for a particularly intense tea party. “I liked the gray sweater,” I mumbled, watching my reflection in the mirror as Anna held up a cute, off-the-shoulder, black dress. It was definitely more ‘date-night’ than ‘pizza-and-a-movie.’ Priscilla, perched on the counter with a makeup brush, sighed dramatically. “Honey, the gray sweater says, ‘I’m here to wash your plates.’ The black dress says, ‘Hello, gorgeous, and maybe pour me a flute of champagne.’ We’re going for the latter, obviously.” “But we’re just getting ice cream and maybe watching a terrible rom-com, right?” I pressed, looking from Priscilla to Anna, who was currently wrestling with a tube of mascara. My friends had been acting strangely since I got back. Hyper-efficient, overly enthusiastic, and sudden, synchronized sile

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