All Chapters of I Want A Divorce: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CATHYI'd relocated to New York two months ago, but this was my first time in Darius's New York home.The place was impressive, modern, spacious, with that effortless elegance my brother always managed to pull off. The party decorations were beautiful, clearly well thought out, and Luna was having the time of her life surrounded by friends and presents and enough sugar to fuel a small army.Darius had really outdone himself.I'd come for Luna, of course. My niece was turning five and I wouldn't miss it for the world. But when Vivienne had mentioned that Edward would be attending, I'd made extra sure to wear my best dress—a fitted emerald number that hugged my curves and made my legs look amazing in heels.Edward was also another reason I chose to relocate, I wanted to be closer to him, and this party was the perfect opportunity to see him again. To remind him I existed outside of being Darius's little sister.I was standing near the refreshment table, nursing a glass of champagne and

SERAI'd barely taken a step toward the door when Lucas's voice stopped me."Wait, wait." He stepped forward, his movements slightly unsteady, his words slurring at the edges. "Don't leave yet. Join us for a bit more celebration."Drunk. I tensed, my shoulders going rigid. "Thank you, but I really should—""I heard you're working for the Smith company now." Lucas's smile was sharp, ugly in a way that made my stomach turn. "Isn't that interesting? Your lover's family company, right? The same lover you cheated on Darius with. Johnson Smith, wasn't it?"The air in the room went cold.My breath caught in my throat, my chest tightening so hard it hurt.Darius's jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump beneath his beard. His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles going white with the pressure.But he said nothing. Just stood there silent while Lucas threw accusations at me."Lucas." Edward's voice cut through the tension that was beginning to stiffen my limbs, sharp, cold.

EDWARDI cannot remember the last time I took a break. Sure, there were days off. But since my wife passed, I was either juggling the family business, or caring for my daughter. I wish I didn't feel this way but unfortunately, I was drained. I watched with heavy eyes, the breakfast table where Sophie, my ten-year-old daughter, sat pushing scrambled eggs around her plate with a fork.She hadn't taken a single bite.I watched her from across the table, coffee growing cold in my hand, trying to find the right words that might coax her into eating something. Anything."Sophie, sweetheart," I started gently, setting down my cup. "You need to eat. At least a few bites."Her eyes stayed fixed on her plate, her small shoulders hunched forward like she was trying to make herself smaller. "Not hungry."The words were barely audible, spoken in that flat monotone she'd adopted over the past three years. Since Caroline died.Since her mother had been taken from us in a car accident that still f

SERACentral Park was alive with afternoon activity—the weather somewhat chilly, a clear sign that winter was fast approaching and soon we wouldn't be able to enjoy the afternoon sun like this again. The chatter of families, screech of children made me feel somewhat relaxed. Finally out of the house after days of being cooped up, working my fingers and brain to the bone. Luna tugged on my hand, pulling me toward the pond where ducks glided across the water with lazy grace. "Can we feed them, Mommy? Please?""Of course, baby." I pulled the bag of breadcrumbs from my purse, the one I'd learned to always carry during our park visits.Luna tore into the bag with enthusiasm, tossing handfuls that made the ducks converge in a chaotic flutter of wings and quacking. Her giggles were pure joy. A movement caught my eye—a young girl and a middle aged woman who seemed like her nanny settling onto a bench nearby. The girl couldn't have been older than ten, with dark hair pulled into a neat pony

EDWARDI couldn't stop thinking about the park.Dinner that evening was different. Sophie actually ate—not just picked at her food while pushing it around her plate, but ate. She finished her chicken, most of her vegetables, even asked for seconds on the mashed potatoes.And she talked."The nice lady helped me with my shoes," she told Ms.Vera, her voice still quiet but more animated than I'd heard in months. "Miss Sera. She said her shoelaces used to betray her too.""That was very kind of her," Ms. Vera encouraged, her eyes meeting mine across the table with barely contained excitement."And Luna taught me how to play." Sophie's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "We fed the ducks and did cartwheels. I wasn't very good at cartwheels.""I'm sure you were wonderful," I said, my throat tight."Luna said we could play again." Sophie looked at me then, hope shining in her eyes in a way that made my chest ache. "Can we see them again, Daddy? Please?"I didn't know what to say. Didn't know