All Chapters of Divorce Finally Made Him Break: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

The warm yellow lights inside the manor sealed the rain outside like a curtain. I kept staring toward the door, a sense of unease tightening in my chest.Had Daphne already left with Timothy?Raising a child was a lot like raising a pet. Whoever stayed by their side the longest, whoever gave them warmth, was the one they instinctively clung to.Timothy had hurt me deeply, but the love he'd shown Daphne all those years had been real.Even if she chose to go with him, how could I blame her?When I finally heard the soft click of the front door, I snapped my head up. Daphne stood there, her umbrella still dripping, raindrops clinging to her hair and cheeks.The weight in my chest lifted instantly. I immediately stood and went over.Isaac turned and went to the walk-in closet to grab a dry towel.When he handed it to me, his fingers brushed the back of my hand. The warmth lingered.I crouched and gently wiped the water from Daphne's face and the ends of her hair. She kept her head

I could have told Isaac I was crying over the price of my silence—and my own foolishness. But faced with this version of him, I didn't want to explain anything anymore.I suddenly realized that both marriage and love were exhausting. If one couldn't endure misunderstanding and betrayal, it might be better to stay alone.Just then, Isaac suddenly asked, "So, Josie, do you still want the divorce or not? If you don't, tell me now. I have plenty on my plate, and I don't like wasting time on pointless things."A dull ache spread through my chest. My mouth moved before my mind caught up. "Mr. Shore, I'm sorry for taking up your valuable time. From now on, I'll handle my divorce myself. I won't trouble you anymore.""Alright."Isaac had always been proud. I knew that he wasn't going to concede. He took out his phone and called his assistant. "Ms. York says she doesn't need us handling the divorce anymore. Go to the courthouse tomorrow and withdraw the case as soon as possible."My hea

I froze. "Loft beds?"Victoria smiled and explained, "A few days ago, Daphne told me they sleep on beds with slides at home. She said she could slide down before bedtime. I thought that if the children are staying here, they should have something they like, so I quietly ordered them and had them delivered today.""But…"I opened my mouth to speak, but she took my hand. Her palm was rough, but it carried a warmth that only time could bring."Josie, I know you're hurting."She looked at me gently. "Isaac lost his parents when he was young, and I raised him myself. He's cold because he never learned how to express concern, let alone how to hold on to the people he cares about. I don't know what happened between you two yesterday, but could you give him a little time? "And give yourself some time, too. Just one week. If he doesn't apologize within a week, if he still upsets you, and you still want to leave, I won't stop you. I'll personally take you and the children home. Alright?

It was no wonder Timothy had been quiet recently. He had just switched tactics.I had blocked every single way Timothy could contact me. When he couldn't reach me, he started harassing the Yorks instead.Isaac's words about withdrawing the divorce suit suddenly came back to me.The thought of dragging this out any longer with someone as obsessive as Timothy made a chill run down my spine.For a second, I even considered calling Isaac right then. I would swallow my pride and ask him to help me finalize the divorce, no matter what.The idea barely formed before I waved it off.Given the way he'd acted that day, even if I asked, he might not agree.I let out a heavy breath and said into the phone, "Mom, Dad, just ignore him. Eat, sleep, and go about your day. He's just causing a scene for me. Once he's tired of it, he'll leave on his own.""But he's been drinking in the annex!"Mom sounded more anxious now. "What if he ends up with alcohol poisoning or falls and gets hurt? Wouldn

I met Timothy's gaze, my voice even as I said, "You were the one who left me first."As soon as I said that, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed up the stairs.Yasmin appeared. She was carefully made up, clearly dressed with intention.It was no wonder it took her so long to arrive.But the moment she saw the wind chimes and the old decorations in the annex, her expression stiffened. She understood instantly what this place represented—a monument to the history I shared with Timothy.The corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and hatred flickered through her eyes.She looked at me. "Ms. York, did you call me here to show me how much he loves you? To stake your claim?"I found her pathetic. "I'm not that lame. Take him and go. If you don't hurry, I might change my mind and keep him."The moment I said that, panic flashed across her face, as if she were terrified that her prize was about to slip through her fingers.She rushed to Timothy's side