All Chapters of I Didn’t Mean to Divorce You : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71–Daniel’s POVI told her I’d keep it professional but I lied.Not that I meant to. Professionalism didn’t mean staying away. It didn’t mean pretending she wasn’t the most interesting person to me. I just meant I wouldn’t cross the line she had drawn so carefully. But being near her, watching her, helping her, it wasn’t crossing any line. I started small the next morning. Before she arrived, I placed a hazelnut latte on her desk with a sticky note. "Thought you might need this." When she opened the office door, I saw her eyes flicker in surprise. That tiny twitch of her lips, the corner of a smile made my heart beat more.“Morning,” I said, leaning against the doorway, my arms crossed loosely.“Morning, Daniel,” she replied, coolly. Her tone reminded me she was still on guard. I didn’t mind. That was part of the challenge.“You didn’t drink your coffee yesterday,” I added casually. “Thought you might like one today.”She paused, then looked at me, a faint brow lift on her

Chapter 73–Laura’s POVCatherine refused to take no for an answer.“You’ve been working nonstop,” she said over the phone. “If you cancel on me again, I’m showing up at your office and dragging you out myself.”I knew she meant it. So I agreed.By noon, she was already honking outside my house like she was picking up a reckless teenager instead of a corporate lawyer in her thirties. I stepped out with my bag, locking the door behind me, and she leaned across the passenger seat to open the door for me like some dramatic chauffeur.“Look at you,” she said, scanning me. “You look like you’re going to court.”“I’m dressed normally.”“Normal for court, yes. Normal for a girls’ day, no.”I rolled my eyes and buckled up. “Where are we going?”“You don’t need to know. You just need to exist and have fun.”“That’s vague.”“That’s the point.”She drove straight to a mall on the other side of town, the loud, it was crowded and the kind I usually avoided. The moment we stepped inside, music, chat

Chapter 75_Laura’s POVMy eyes refused to move. My body was caught between motion and paralysis. I couldn’t process what I was seeing, even as my brain screamed for recognition.It was really him.Michael.The man who had walked out of my life years ago. The man whose name I hadn’t said aloud in years. And yet here he was, standing across the hallway, calm, composed, as if the world hadn’t shifted beneath my feet the day he left.My stomach knotted, a deep, twisting ache that made me want to collapse. I blinked rapidly, trying to force myself to look away, to convince myself it was some illusion, some trick of the light. “Laura?” Daniel’s voice reached me from behind, but I barely registered it. My attention was locked, unblinking, on Michael.My thoughts spun violently. He divorced me. He left me. And yet now, he was here, in my building, coming directly toward me, and I hadn’t been given the choice to prepare. The memory of his cold words, his refusal to stay, the bitter sting of

Chapter 77–Laura’s POVThe moment I finally let it all out, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest. All the years I had carried the fear, the hurt, the secrets, I spilled them into Daniel’s presence, and for the first time, I didn’t feel like I was alone in the world.Tears fell freely and uncontrollably. I didn’t try to stop them. I didn’t care if my makeup smudged, if my hair fell across my face. All that mattered was the relief of releasing what had eaten at me for so long. Daniel didn’t say much at first. He just held me close, letting me unravel into him.His hand was warm against my cheek, gently brushing away the tears. His thumb traced a line down my jaw as he murmured, “It’s okay, Laura. It’s okay to feel this way. You’ve been so strong for so long, but that doesn’t mean you have to carry it all alone.”I sobbed harder, and his arms tightened around me, protectively. He didn’t judge me, he didn’t interrupt. He just let me breathe, let me cry, let me face the years

Chapter 79_ Michael’s POVSitting across from Laura, I felt a weight pressing down on my chest that I couldn’t shake. Watching her work, so cleanly. I realized how much I had missed. Not just her, but the person she had become. A woman who had endured so much and yet carried herself with unwavering control.And here I was, kneeling emotionally bare, hoping she would forgive me.I hated myself for what I had done. For everything I had done. For the years I had been absent, the pain I had caused. I knew she had suffered because of me. And sitting here, watching her draft this divorce letter,, I felt the sharp sting of shame and helplessness all at once.I wanted to speak. I wanted to say something that could explain, that could make her see that I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. But no words could undo the past. I knew that.“Mr Michael,” she said, not looking up from the papers, “read through this first part and confirm the details.”I nodded silently, picking up the pen she p