Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Third person povBy the time Naomi returned from school after her last exam, the house should have been filled with the relieved exhales of a girl who had survived finals week. Instead, the air felt like it was holding its breath along with every occupant of the house.Naomi dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes, her shoulders slumping. “I swear,” she said, wandering into the kitchen, “if I see another multiple-choice question, I’m suing the education system.”Harper glanced up from the counter, where she was slicing apples. “You can’t.”“I can try,” Naomi replied.Delilah smiled from the stove. “Congratulations in advance.”Naomi leaned over the counter, stealing a slice of apple. “Exam week is officially dead. Prom is next on the hit list.”Harper hesitated just a fraction before asking, “Are you… excited?”Naomi shrugged. “I mean. It’s prom. There’s glitter. There’s drama. There’s the social pressure to pretend it matters forever. So yeah. Excited.”Harper smiled fa

Third person povDespite how furious Jace was, he didn’t dare to slam the door on his way out of Calix’s study.When Calix had returned from the office, he had summoned Jace and Mateo for a brief update report. After their report, Calix had stormed out of the room.Jace shut the door carefully, his fingers lingering on the handle a little longer than necessary, jaw locked so tight it ached. Calix’s study fell quiet behind him because none of the men inside were brave enough to continue.He walked down the hall, boots silent on polished stone, anger simmering beneath his skin like a live wire. Harper’s ex had slipped through the trap that had been designed to catch far worse men. Not that Jace and his men were incompetent; they were the best at their job.He exhaled slowly through his nose, replaying the pattern in his head. Whoever this man had been before Harper escaped him, he wasn’t sloppy now.He wasn’t just trying to reach Harper, he was trying to dismantle her. And the only way

Third person povThe stale scent of cheap cigarettes clung to the walls of Leo’s temporary apartment. It was a temporary base of operations, but at that moment, it felt like a cage. He paced the length of the stained carpet, a burner phone pressed to his ear, his eyes fixed on a makeshift map of the suburbs taped to the coffee table.“I don’t care if the gates are reinforced,” Leo spat into the phone. His voice was ragged. “There has to be a gap. There’s always a gap. A service entrance, a tiny space that the security doesn’t cover.”On the other end of the line, his right-hand man, Alex, grunted. “It’s a fortress, Leo. The Knight mansion? It’s not just a house. It’s a high-end bunker. We should probably wait for Harper to come out.”“She isn’t coming out because she thinks she’s safe,” Leo snarled, stopping in front of a window that overlooked a gray alleyway. “She thinks that just because she’s under Calix’s roof, I can’t hurt her. I want her to see me. I want her to remember exactl

Naomi's povI didn’t expect prom to end quietly.Not because it was dramatic or messy—no tears in bathrooms, no awkward slow dances gone wrong—but because it felt… complete. Like a chapter that knew exactly when to close itself.By the time Jace and I left the venue, my feet were aching, my cheeks hurt from smiling, and the adrenaline that had carried me through the night was finally wearing off. The parking lot buzzed with clusters of classmates taking photos under flickering lights, laughter spilling into the warm air, heels dangling from fingers, jackets draped over bare shoulders.I hugged my friends goodbye and followed Jace to the car. He held my door open like he always did.“You survived,” he said as I slid into the passenger seat.I kicked my heels off immediately. “Barely. If I had to do one more dance, I might’ve committed a crime.”He laughed as he closed the door, the sound easy and unguarded. That laugh had become my favorite sound without me noticing when it happened.

Third person povGraduation day arrived in a rush and Naomi woke up before her alarm, her heart already sprinting ahead of her like it was late for something important. The house was awake too, which felt illegal for the time. Doors opened and closed. Footsteps hurried. Someone dropped something metallic in the kitchen and muttered an apology to no one.She sat up, inhaled deeply and let out a loud exhale.Today was real. The day was finally here.Her room looked like a tornado with a degree in fashion passed through it. Her gown hung from the closet door in its bag. Shoes lined up like they were waiting for inspection. Hair tools scattered across her dresser.She pulled on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt and stepped into the hallway just as Calix appeared at the end of it, dressed in his pajamas, expression composed but eyes warm.“Good morning to the latest graduate in town,” he teased.Naomi smiled despite herself. “Morning dad. You’re up early.”“I could barely sleep,”