All Chapters of My Rise From The Ashes After Divorce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jake settled back on the wooden bench, having that feeling of contentment that he only feels when he’s with Treasure. He let the warm light of the late afternoon sun wrap around him. In that moment, everything felt perfect, filled with laughter and the sweet fragrance of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. Beside him sat Treasure, her eyes shining with a playful glint, creating a connection that made him feel weightless. For a brief while, all his worries faded away just by being with her.At first, they had argued, but somehow, they found themselves in a peaceful mood that could not be explained. They exchanged stories, laughter bubbling up between them like fizzy soda. Jake shared a funny incident from his job in which a mix-up left him running around in a panic.“Dad had given me one of his most notorious clients, dirty multi-million dollars, collected from drug deals, and his political escort services. And as you know it’s my job to turn into clean money by investing it in so

The night was young, and as the evening developed, they didn’t want to part from one another. Treasure decided that if this was going to be her last time to have fun, she was going to take it. So when Jake suggested they go out to a nightclub, ironically named “Pretender.” Treasure was all for it. They sat for maybe 10 minutes and talked a little, then Jake was ready to hit the dance floor.Treasure didn’t know what to expect from Jake in this environment. She loved to dance, but it was something she hadn’t done since being married to Blake. He ended all her joys and took away any pleasure she once used to indulge in with her friends. Inside the house, Jake was her only companion and confidant. Being out with him in public was different and still a little unnerving. First, going out to clubs is still relatively new for Treasure. And when she saw how Jake kept looking at her. She didn't know what to think.Jake wasted no time; he took her by the hand, and they went to the dance floor. J

Treasure’s POV:How would you describe my life?I decided to stop worrying about Jake; he comes into my life, and then he disappears. So, my focus was on me; I felt like my life impacted the town I learned to lived in. I worked at a job that I liked, and living alone has its challenges, but I enjoyed life even more as I gradually began to spend the money the way I wanted to. Of course, I opened up a bank account and overtime made small deposits—nothing too noticeable or out of the ordinary. But by the end of six months, I had accounts in several places, even outside the country.I had to be smart about this, I worried that if I didn’t handle this correctly, I would end up in prison. Being liberated financially and more in touch with my sexuality, I felt freedom. Having money felt empowering and it allowed me to shop until I dropped. That was my main interest in the beginning. Being that I wasn't an outgoing person, except for at work. Most of the time, I kept to myself. I had one or

Mr. Crenshaw's home office felt like a frozen moment in time, filled with both fond memories and lingering tensions. Sunlight streamed through dusty blinds, which hadn't been cleaned since Blake told Treasure to leave on that stormy night almost a year ago. The light created stripes that illuminated the polished wooden table at the center of the room. Every beam showcased antique items—like an old, faded photograph of their grandfather and a shiny trophy that seemed to mock them with reminders of past successes. The room smelled of leather and aged wood, mingled with a heavy, lingering feeling in the air.At the head of the table sat Mr. Crenshaw, who, despite his age, still held an air of authority. He flipped through a stack of papers, the sound of the rustling standing out in the quiet room. From him sat his two sons, Blake and Jake, who were alike in some ways but very different in others. Jake, now with striking platinum blonde hair, wore a sharp navy suit that highlighted his sl

One of the men stared at her with lust in his eyes as the mask covered the rest of his face. While the other rummaged through her things, frantically shifting through her drawers, tossing a pair of her sheer and lace panties to the other guy standing by her as he inhaled them staring at her. Treasure shrank back into the shadows of the closet, desperate to make herself invisible. She thought at that moment of picking up one of the six-inch skinny high heel shoes that she held in her hand behind her back.‘Why were they doing this?’ "Oh my God!" She screamed aloud. As the man suddenly grabbed her, shouting in her face. “Whore! Where is the money?” “I promise, I don’t have anything!” she cried, but her words were a fleeting whisper amid the chaos. As the other man continues feverishly searching for the money.At that moment, she looked across the room at her father's picture. One of the men picked it up off her dresser. Treasure could feel the anger welling up inside her. She felt a ra