All Chapters of I Want A Divorce: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SERAThe cruise ship was massive and the sheer beauty of it stole my breath away. I stood at the boarding ramp staring up at the gleaming white hull that seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, multiple decks stacked like layers of an elaborate cake. Luxury dripped from every visible detail—polished brass railings, expansive windows, crew members in crisp uniforms greeting guests with practiced smiles.Industry professionals and wealthy patrons moved past me up the ramp, their designer luggage being whisked away by attendants while they clutched champagne flutes already offered at check-in.I adjusted my black pants and a white blouse, and touched the badge clipped to my collar that read "AJ Assistant" in neat printed letters.The disguise amused me more than it should have. All these people looking for the mysterious AJ, and I'd be walking right past them as nobody.My cabin was on the crew deck, smaller than the guest suites but private and comfortable. I'd barely finished

EDWARDThe welcome reception was in full swing, guests mingling under strings of lights that cast warm glows across the deck. I moved through the crowd with a polite smile, shaking hands, exchanging pleasantries, playing the perfect host.This was what I did. What I'd always done. Present the image of control and confidence while managing a hundred details behind the scenes.I spotted Johnson Smith near the bar and made my way over, extending my hand. "Johnson. Good to see you.""Edward." He shook firmly, his smile genuine. "Hell of a ship you've got here. Sophie doing well?""Better, actually. She had a good day at the park last week." The memory of Sophie smiling made my chest warm. "First real smile I've seen in months.""That's wonderful." Johnson's expression softened with what looked like real empathy. "Kids are resilient. Just takes time."We talked business for a few minutes—safe territory. Then Johnson's eyes lit up with excitement."My friend is performing tomorrow night. AJ

EDWARDI'd been heading to the performance hall to check on the final preparations, making sure every detail was perfect the way I always did, when I took a wrong turn somewhere near the upper decks and ended up in a corridor I didn't recognize.Crew quarters, I realized, noting the narrower hallways and simpler doors marked with staff designations.I should've turned back, but something made me keep walking, maybe just curiosity about this part of the ship I rarely saw. That's when I noticed the door at the end of the hall, the one with a small plate that read Performer. I stopped, staring at it for a moment before I even knew what I was doing. My hand came up and knocked before I could talk myself out of it.The door opened and there she was. Sera, looking startled and soft in a way that made my chest do something strange, her hair loose around her shoulders and her shirt half unbuttoned like I'd interrupted her changing.For a few heartbeats we just looked at each other, and I wat

SERA The deck was quiet when I found it, away from the ballroom where people were still talking about the performance, still trying to figure out who AJ really was. The ocean stretched out endlessly under the night sky, dark and vast, and I gripped the railing while adrenaline still buzzed through my veins like electricity. I'd done it. Actually done it. Performed live in front of hundreds of people and they'd loved it. The applause still echoed in my ears, the memory of it making my hands shake all over again. The cool air felt good against my flushed skin, helped clear my head of the overwhelming rush that came with stepping off that stage and knowing I'd succeeded. That I'd proven something to myself even if no one knew it was me behind that curtain. Footsteps approached from behind, steady and familiar in a way that made my shoulders tense before I even turned around. Darius stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his deep blue tux making him look like he belonged in some

SERAEverything hurt.That was the first thing I became aware of, floating up from darkness like something heavy and waterlogged breaking the surface. Pain radiated through my chest with every breath, sharp and burning, like I'd swallowed fire instead of seawater.My eyes felt glued shut but I forced them open anyway, blinking against brightness that stabbed through my skull.A face materialized above me, blurry at first, then sharpening into features I knew better than my own.Darius.He was soaked, water dripping from his hair onto my face in cold drops that made me flinch. His dress shirt clung to his chest, the deep blue fabric turned almost black with water, and his eyes were wide with something that looked like terror as he stared down at me.He looked ethereal somehow, backlit by deck lights that turned the water droplets in his hair into diamonds, his face all sharp angles and desperate concern and a kind of raw beauty that made my breath catch for reasons that had nothing to