Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unexpected Divorce : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The cold steel bit into my wrists as they marched me into the precinct, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. Behind the desk, the sergeant shuffled papers, his brief, judgmental glance making me want to scream that they had the wrong person. I was innocent, but to everyone here, I was already just another file. Detectives moved through the corridors like predators in their natural habitat.The wanted posters covering the walls got me thinking: how many of these fugitives were just hiding because nobody would ever believe their side of the story? I looked down at my trembling hand, praying for a different fate. I didn't belong in this nightmareI was processed, fingerprinted, and eventually led into the area as others, handcuffed, who had long since given up and resorted to staring at the floor.My chest tightened when I saw Mrs. Margaret sitting across the room, wrapped in a coat, her face marked with bruises. Dark patches colored her cheek and temple. One side of her lip was sw

By morning, Jessie had already left for work by the time I woke up. I didn't need to clock in early today because of my upcoming appointment with the princess.As I swung my legs out of bed, a nagging feeling crept in that I was forgetting something important. That was when my eyes caught a small piece of paper pinned to the lamp on my nightstand. “I ran out and got some shower gel last night. You owe me big time.” An overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over me. Having a friend like her made everything easier.I took my time getting ready, slipping into a sophisticated outfit. I refused to let yesterday's drama ruin my confidence. Stepping out the door, I headed toward the Blue Diamond Hotel early, determined to make today a complete success.“Good morning. I’m here for my meeting with Princess Fedelma. I’m a senior designer representing Sweet Body,” I told the receptionist.After a quick confirmation call, the receptionist instructed me to wait.As I headed toward the seating area

I think…” I cleared my throat, scrambling for a believable excuse “We shouldn’t go. It will only bring back painful memories, and with the royal wedding hanging over my head, my nerves are already shot. I really can’t handle the distraction right now.” “Hmm, if you say so”, he said, letting the subject drop A suffocating relief washed over me as we approached the car. The driver promptly opened the rear door for us before the sudden ring of my phone I paused with one foot inside the car, tapping the screen to answer the unknown number. “Hello?” A wall of thumping, heavy music blasted through the speaker, so deafening that I instinctively yanked the phone away from my ear. Then her voice cut through the noise. “Is that how you greet your mother, Annabelle?” My entire body went rigid. My chest tightened so suddenly that breathing became difficult. My fingers nearly lost their grip on my phone. Mother. After all these years. I darted a look at Nathan. The absolute last

I stood by the window, arms folded loosely around myself, watching the sky shift from deep blue to soft gray.Nathan had left with a promise to return with Willie. I didn’t know how he intended to make that happen, but she understood.To Adele, Nathan wasn’t Nathan; he was still Marcus, and that confusion sat heavily in her, and I needed to change it.Needed to separate the past from the present.Marcus… and Nathan, two names that should never exist together.Behind me, Adele stayed fixed on the television. Her eyes bright, intent, and focusedI moved closer, sitting gently on the other chair.“Adele… I want to tell you something.”Adele’s watched me, confused, searching with the same fragile uncertainty“Marcus and I are no longer together; we separated a long time ago...It was his decision. Not mine.”She blinked at me.Once.Twice.Then confusion turned into refusal.“No… no, Anna,” her voice rising with sudden agitation. Her face tightened as emotion took over“Marcus is a good ma

Walking past the HR department no longer felt right. I went back and obtained her contact information. The phone number I found wouldn’t connect, so I went to the address listed in her file, only to discover she had moved out. Just when I was about to give up, a neighbor I came across told me where she worked.That’s how I ended up in a bar, perched on a high stool at the polished wooden counter, resting my feet on the brass rail that ran along its base. Behind the counter, the bartender moved between bottles and glasses, wiping down the surface and attending to the few customers after he had assured me Violeta would be resuming her shift soon. Soon, apparently, meant nothing to him, but it does to me. I had spent most of the afternoon tracking down a woman I had never met, hoping she could help me make sense of it all.Around me, people mingled, laughed, and played snooker with beer in their hands, their cheerful chatter filling the room. I sighed and glanced at my wristwatch. Still