All Chapters of Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Delilah's pov The next morning was a slow one. The kind that wraps one in laziness and no zeal to get up. Light slipped past the curtains in bright streaks. A post-vacation haze, like a soft blanket wrapped around the entire house. I blinked against the brightness, stretching my arm over the empty side of the bed. The silence in the house is oddly comforting. There’s no buzzing phone, no ringing doorbell, no drama. Just the faint clatter of dishes and the mouthwatering scent of something frying downstairs. Bacon. Maybe eggs. Pancakes? Definitely pancakes. I tugged a hoodie over my sleep shirt and walked barefoot down the hallway, the floor cool beneath my toes. My hair was a mess but I didn’t care. When I reached the kitchen, I froze mid-step. Naomi was at the stove. Wearing an apron, a ridiculous one actually, and humming off-key as she expertly flipped a pancake. Her reserved posture was relaxed, her shoulders slumped in a way that spoke of pure ease. She looked incredibly, s

Delilah's povThe last of the plates and champagne flutes had been cleared. The band was gone. My heels had gone off at some point, replaced by a pair of comfy slippers I had gotten from the getaway with Naomi for her birthday. My body felt heavy and I could feel the adrenaline beginning to retreat slowly. I slipped out the back door, needing air. The cool night air breezed over my skin, a welcome relief after the warmth of the restaurant.The night was warm, the overhead lamps casting long shadows across the yard. My body ached in places I didn’t know existed.And then I see him.Calix.But he had changed out of the dark suit from earlier and he was wearing a crisp emerald jacket that matched the shade of my dress. When he saw me, he straightened and pushed off the wall he was leaning on. He walked towards me, closing the distance between us.“Rough night, baby?” he asked when he got to me. His lips spread in a playful smirk, but his eyes were filled with understanding.I let out a s

Delilah's povSunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains the next morning across the luxurious hotel suite. I stirred slowly, my limbs felt heavy and sore but in the best way possible, a pleasant ache deep in my muscles. My mind, still hazy with sleep, replayed snippets of the dream-like night before — the fairy lights, the proposal, the exciting joy. And Calix.I stretched and then, remembering where I was, where we were. Silk sheets clung to my skin as I opened my eyes, blinking at the morning light, my limbs tangled and my mouth dry. Across the room, bathed in the soft morning glow from the window, stood Calix. He was already dressed, flawless as always, in a white shirt and dark trousers, as opposed to my disorganized state. He held a coffee cup, gazing out at the city waking up below. The sight of him, looking so composed and handsome, sent a wave of tingles through me.As if sensing my gaze, he turned. A soft smile spread across his lips, and my heart did a little

Delilah's povThe front door clicked shut behind me, echoing in the quietness of the house. My purse slipped from my shoulder and landed with a soft thud on the floor. I took a deep breath, my hands trembling, still reeling from what had happened outside the restaurant.Julian. Kissing me. Touching my face like he didn’t cheat on me. Asking me to elope with him.I didn’t even know what to call it. I stepped inside, trying to steady my breath. I’d tell Calix everything. Lay it bare before he heard it some other way. I had nothing to hide, and everything to lose.I found him in the living room, standing by the large floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. The setting sun cast him in a silhouette, making him seem taller and broader. His shoulders were stiff and there was an unnatural stillness about him that set my teeth on edge.“Calix?” My voice was a little shakier than I intended.He didn’t turn immediately. He just stood there, unmoving, for a minute too long. Then, slowly, he turn

Delilah's povThe day Roman was supposed to come, I’d spent most of the morning meticulously checking every detail. The shine on the glassware, the neatness of the tablecloths, the perfect arrangement of the flowers on each table. This wasn’t just about the restaurant anymore. This was about something bigger.I went back into the kitchen and was in the middle of rolling out dough when I heard the bell over the front door chime. I smoothed down my apron, a nervous flutter in my stomach.I came out of the kitchen just as Roman Hayes walked in. He looked even more charming in person than on screen, with a smile that reached his eyes and an easy, confident walk. He was taller than I expected, with an engaging presence that filled the room without being overbearing.“Delilah?” a smooth voice called out. He extended a hand, his voice a warm, rich baritone that was instantly recognizable. “It’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you in person.”“Roman,” I replied, my voice steadier than I