All Chapters of Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Delilah’s POVThe cafe was quiet and charming, the kind of place where every cup of tea came with a complimentary biscuit. I sat at the table by the window, my folder set perfectly on the table while my nerves were palpitating in my stomach.Then I saw her.She stepped through the door with grace that didn’t shout, it whispered. A tall woman, even though she was in her seventies. She was elegantly dressed with her silver hair swept into a low bun and a string of pearls adorning her neck. She had the kind of posture that made you instinctively sit straighter.“Mrs Knight,” she said as she approached, her voice surprisingly soft. She extended a hand, and her grip was firm. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s been making such waves.” A gentle smile played on her lips, and I immediately felt a piece of my anxiety melt away. She wasn’t what I expected. She was… warm.“Ms. Thorne, the pleasure is all mine,” I replied, standing quickly and offering my hand. My voice sounded a li

Delilah's pov Calix was mid-sentence when I realized I was staring. Not in the polite, attentive way. Not in the “I’m listening to what you’re saying” way. Nope. I was outrightly staring — chin resting against my palm, lips parted slightly, completely zoning out while he told some story about his childhood. I wasn’t hearing a word. I was just watching him. The way his shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows, exposing strong forearms and that watch he never took off. God, I was completely done for. “Delilah.” I blinked. He caught my eye, a small smile playing on his lips. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice a low, melodic rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. I sat up quickly, tugging my blazer closed even though I knew the goosebumps on my arms had nothing to do with the night’s cool breeze. My mind raced, a chaotic mix of emotions. Love? It was too soon, wasn't it? Too fast. We’d only truly started to acknowledge… this… whatever this bloomin

Delilah's pov Naomi had quickly settled into the plush leather seat beside me. I’d offered her a pair of noise-canceling headphones and access to the jet’s entertainment system, and within minutes, she was engrossed in a movie, a small smile playing on her lips. I, on the other hand, spent most of the flight gazing out the window, watching the landscape transform below us. A few hours later, the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, announcing our descent. Naomi pulled off her headphones, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Almost there," I said, a thrill of anticipation running through me. And then, we landed with a smooth glide onto a private airstrip. We landed just after three. The air was different the moment we stepped off the plane. It was warmer, softer and even had that salty kind of calm that only came from being near the ocean. No blaring horns. No suits. No flashing cameras. Just breeze and sun and a sky so open it felt like we could breathe all the way down to our ri

third person povThe morning of Naomi’s fifteenth birthday, Delilah stirred first. She blinked sleep from her eyes as the sunlight filtered through sheer white curtains. The soft hush of ocean waves brushing against the shore could be heard as she eased out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Naomi. They had slept in Delilah’s room after binging on different shows all night long. Her bare feet padded across the cool floor as she slipped into a light flowing dress and tiptoed into the hallway, her heart fluttering with both nerves and excitement.Downstairs, the resort staff greeted her with warm smiles and hushed voices. She’d been planning this for days. Every detail. Every flavor. Every hue. Over the past two days, she’d watched Naomi closely, noting the things she reached for at breakfast, the colors she lingered on in gift shops, the songs she hummed under her breath. She wasn’t trying to impress the girl. She just wanted her to feel seen.With the help of the staff, Delilah set up

Delilah's povThe morning sun felt like the island’s goodbye sign to us. It was departure day and I was already feeling nostalgic. Our clothes lay scattered around the room. I folded one of Naomi’s bright beach towels, tucking it carefully into a corner of her suitcase, a sigh escaping my lips.“I’m going to miss this,” Naomi said softly, as she appeared in the doorway with a half-eaten croissant in her hand. She gestured vaguely towards the expansive ocean view visible through the sliding doors. “The waves, the quiet… everything.”I nodded, pushing down the pang of agreement that shot through me. “Me too, sweet pea. I’m going to miss waking up to the sound of waves,” I said, zipping up my bag and giving the room one last sweeping glance. "And mocktails by the pool with umbrellas that serve no purpose."I looked at her, truly looked at her. Her skin had a faint, healthy glow from the sun, and there was a lightness in her eyes that hadn’t been there when we first arrived. My heart war