Semua Bab Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Third person povCalix hadn’t gotten a single thing done for the rest of the afternoon.His assistant had handed him a schedule packed with meetings and briefings, and he’d nodded through each one like his brain wasn’t falling apart inside his skull. He knew people had spoken to him. He remembered the movement of lips and the occasional hand gesture toward slides or documents. He even remembered scribbling a few notes in his planner. But when he looked at them now, some hours and three cups of coffee later, they were just random words strung together. Because all day, the only thing that kept playing in his mind was that damn teaser.One minute. That was all it had taken to rile him up.The image of Delilah laughing with Roman was a relentless loop in his mind. It had been playing all afternoon, eating away at his focus. He’d tried to work, to bury himself in spreadsheets, but the numbers blurred into uneven shapes, and the faces of his employees seemed to dance before him. He couldn

Delilah's povThe smell of brewing coffee and breakfast usually filled the kitchen with a comforting warmth. I stirred my own coffee, watching the steam curl upwards, trying to ignore the empty space at the head of the table. Naomi picked at her scrambled eggs, her brow furrowed in a way that mirrored my own anxiety.Then, the front door clicked open. It clicked open quietly, cautiously — the kind of sound someone makes when they don’t want to wake someone sleeping.Naomi and I looked up, our forks clattering against our plates. Calix stepped into the dining room with yesterday’s clothes still on him. His collar was wrinkled and his sleeves pushed up. His suit jacket was rumpled, his tie loosened, and his eyes looked… tired.“Dad!” Naomi’s voice was a small, relieved exhale.Calix met her eyes. “Morning.”That was it? Just… morning?He walked past us to the fridge like it was any other day. Like he hadn’t vanished the night before without a word, like he hadn’t left me staring at my p

Delilah's povI was sure I was ready for a fight until I saw Calix at the corner of the hall with Gianna. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and they were swaying from side to side in a little dance. I didn’t even know when a tear slipped down my face. I ran back to the bathroom before my tears became another full blown breakdown.The bathroom floor was cold, just like the cold, hard reality that had slammed into me. I knelt there, my cheek pressed against the cold tiles, the sound of my breathless sobs echoing in the small space.I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, willing the tears to stop. I couldn't be like this. Not here, not now. Not in a bathroom at a party full of people who would love nothing more than to see someone they deemed unworthy fall apart. And most of all, not for him. I wouldn’t give Calix the satisfaction. He didn't deserve my tears. He didn't deserve any of me.I got up and pressed my palms against the marble sink, watching my tears drip into the

Delilah's povThe chaos of wedding planning was overwhelming, far different from the chaos of a Friday night dinner rush. Over the past weeks, Calix and I were finally in a good place again. The tension between us had melted into a warm, quiet affection, and the busyness of planning a wedding. We decided to have a small, intimate wedding with family and close friends, which was quite laughable, seeing that we barely had friends or living relatives.I had different tabs open on my laptop, all with mood boards with different wedding-themed titles. 'Garden Romance', 'Wedding Color Combos', 'Bridesmaid Dresses Inspos', and lots more. My office desk at the restaurant was a chaotic blend of printouts, ribbon samples, and an empty coffee cup I'd meant to throw away since this morning. Somewhere in between all of it, I sat cross-legged on my chair like a teenager in a sleepover, not a grown woman planning a wedding.Naomi popped another gummy bear into her mouth as she leaned over my shoulder

Delilah’s povWe left Cakes and Crumbles with a sense of accomplishment and a sugary buzz. As we walked out onto the street, Calix’s phone buzzed with a notification. He pulled it out, and the look on his face shifted instantly.“I have to go,” he said, his voice suddenly all business again. “Urgent meeting.” He sighed in slight frustration. “I’m sorry, Delilah. I was looking forward to this afternoon.”I squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. We got the cake, that’s the important part. Go. Be brilliant.”"You sure you don’t need me to come with you?" he asked, hand on the door.I smiled. "We’ll be fine. Go be a boss."Naomi gave him a mock salute. "We’ll text if we find anything ugly."He leaned down and kissed me, a quick, tender kiss that spoke volumes. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Text me when you’re done with the dress shopping.”He laughed and got in. Naomi and I waved him off as we got into the other car waiting for us at the curb.Our next stop was Seraphine Bridal, one of the most