All Chapters of My Rise From The Ashes After Divorce: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Now, on a normal day and under normal circumstances, she would walk out and say Forget this. There wasn't time to give vent to tears, but a definite restructuring of plans was in order in her head.She turns and looks at Jake. "I need you to get me a piece of paper and a pen.""Okay, why?" He asked curiously, wondering what was going on in that little head of hers."Why?" She couldn't believe he asked her why. But okay she reasoned, he's a man, and men don't have a clue about housework or what it takes to run a household.So, she said, "Jake, you want me to be happy, right?""Yes, yes, I do." He said excitedly."Then we have a lot of work to do. I need to get this house clean. I need to get things clean for myself.""It's clean already. I promise. I made sure to clean it while you were recovering." He spoke.Treasure put her hand on her hip; she didn't want to offend him or hurt his feelings. "Yes, I'm sure you did. But Jake, the house has been locked up for years. It's dusty." She wip

Jake dismissed the seriousness in her expression. He stood there looking at her for what seemed like forever, even though it was only a few seconds."What do you mean, you are not in your right mind? What are you saying that you must be crazy because you desire to be with me? I don’t buy it for one minute. You want me as much as I want you. And Treasure, you need to come to terms with that because one day you're going to push me away, and I won't be coming back."Jake stepped from in front of her, he picked up his tool belt off the floor, and left out the front door to cool off.Treasure’s mind began to spin with Jake’s words swirling around in her head. She looked around the empty room and couldn't focus; it kept spinning. She grabbed hold of her head, trying to steady her balance. “What is wrong with me?”She walks over to the window and sees a truck that reads, Big Jim’s Electric Company, parked in front of the house. Jake strolls over and meets the men who came to turn on the elect

Treasure had just settled onto the couch with a cup of hot tea, steam curling up like a ghost against the cool evening air. The soft drumming of rain against her window provided a comforting background as she flicked through a tattered book, the pages dog-eared from countless readings. The soothing monotony of her quiet life had become a new normal after the whirlwind of living on the edge with Blake. She looked around the house, feeling content at all she had accomplished with the help of Jake. 'Oh, Jake, how I miss him. I hope he understood why I had to send him away.'Treasure sips her tea, sighing, letting her body truly relax. But the stillness, however, was abruptly shattered by the sharp trill of her phone.She glanced at the screen. An unknown number lit up in stark contrast to the dull ambience of her living room. The logical side of her brain whispered for her to ignore it; there was no reason to entertain telemarketers or any other surprises. But curiosity gnawed at her, and

Treasure sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow from the bedside lamp creating long shadows around her small room. The night felt heavy, filled with a mix of worry and uncertainty as she got ready for the divorce proceedings starting the next day. She hugged her knees tightly, lost in the swirl of emotions that had led her to this difficult moment. Finding a lawyer was her way of taking control in a life that felt increasingly out of reach. But as the hours passed, doubt slipped in like an unwanted guest.The thought of ending her marriage to Blake was unsettling. There was a time when his name brought her comfort, filled with dreams and laughter. Now, recalling his hurtful words and dismissive attitude, she questioned whether going to the lawyer was even the right choice. What had she really achieved? The idea of sitting across from Blake to ask for financial support made her stomach churn. Would he even consider it? Or would he respond with the anger she had come to dread?Memorie

Treasure took a deep breath, her heart racing as she stepped into the law office. Everything about the moment felt surreal. A week had already passed since her makeover, and she was still embracing the transformation. The polished marble floors shone beneath her heels, each step echoing her determination. The office ambiance was sleek and professional, a world away from the chaos of her previous life.She paused for a moment to collect herself, noticing the soft murmur of conversations and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of new leather. The waiting area was meticulously decorated with minimalist art on the walls, exuding confidence and sophistication. In the corner, a small group of attorneys discussed a case animatedly, their voices low yet charged with excitement.“Just remember, any place you walk into, treat it like you own the place,” Nina had suggested. “It’s your time to shine.” Treasure repeated the words in her mind, feeling a surge of confiden