Todos os capítulos de Divorced by Mistake: She Came Back Cold and Rich: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Emily's fingers flicked over the phone one more time as the elevator glided upwards towards the eighth floor. It was hardly past 8 pm, and she found herself thoughtfully picking up a few things from the grocery store on 12th Crescent Street, just enough to prepare Carl’s favorite meal. Stewed spicy Pasta and the tasty grilled chicken, slightly salted that was how he liked it. She had heard him complaining silently earlier in the day about how rare it was becoming to get a good pasta these days. It had to be the way he liked it and she knew just what he needed. A weak sigh escaped her lips. He had been avoiding her recently like an infection. Not that he hadn’t always kept his distance, but now... she felt like a plague in her own house. He had been recently stressed too much about work, business deals, and contracts. Maybe it would make him soften, even if just a little. Or maybe it wouldn’t. She shrugged lightly. It hadn’t worked before. Still, she tried, she hoped. She alwa

The weather remained freezing, thunder rumbling angry as lightning skipped through the clouds. She finally came across somewhere familiar, a small cottage home at the outer edge of the suburbs. Her clothes were torn, ragged, and drenched. Her lower lip bore a rough bleeding cut from the hit on the iron gate, and her heart now had a hole she doubted would ever heal as sounds of Emila's moans and flashes of Carl in bed with her replayed in her mind. She rammed heavily on the door. "Is anyone home? Aunt Geraldine? Can you open the door?" she said peeping through a round hole at the top. The lights flashed on as she saw an old feet approach. The door came ajar slowly, but Emily knew by now she might not be welcome here. Her aunt watched her with a twist on her face, she had taken her and her siblings under her very own care after their mother had passed away. She looked utterly embarrassed, shame clinging to her eyebrows. Beside her, her cousin Belin, had a soft, large towe

There was something about that Monday morning. Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the strange calmness sitting in Emily’s chest after years of carrying storms that broke her. Or maybe it was because somewhere deep down, she could feel life preparing to reopen a chapter she had buried long ago. Leslie sat quietly in the backseat of the BMW, swinging his little legs as he hugged his toy dinosaur against his chest and watched the trees zoom by rapidly from inside the car. “Mom,” he called softly. “Hm?” “Can we still get pancakes after this?” he asked softly. A faint smile touched Emily’s lips as her fingers tightened gently around the steering wheel. “You’re already negotiating before breakfast?” “That means yes.” She laughed quietly. He was tender, cute, a reminder and an anchor at once and God, she loved this child. The city stretched around them in silver towers and rushing traffic, Flete no longer looked frightening to her anymore. It wasn't Grethon that spat

The air conditioner buzzed softly on the wall. Emily flipped the file on the desk, then she smiled softly and placed her glasses against her face, concealing her eyes behind tinted dark large squares. The assistant walked in “Carl Ben, up next” Emily looked up at the calendar, satisfied. It was just the right moment. “Mom? I wanna use the restroom” Leslie added softly. “Okay, honey,” she said, pressing a bell on my table as his keeper appeared briefly and escorted him out to the restroom. She turned to her assistant standing nearby, “Let him in,” she nodded carefully and left. Intertwining her fingers in a simple fold of hands. The knob of the door twitched slightly and he entered. “Good morning, Miss Dally Truce” he greeted as he made his way to her table. Emily nodded, she said nothing yet, but she observed him in and out, scanning his bags and pockets slightly. He had thinned out a bit and had some bags under his eyes. “Good morning Mr. Carl. Let's proceed”

The car zoomed by at an unimaginable speed. Then just as they approached the cross roads, she stared up at the traffic lights in hope as they shot to a red color. Emily sighed, frustrated as she checked the tracker again. They grey icon stood at the same spot. “These f*cking traffic…” she started and before she could finish they shot to green again. She heaved a sigh of relief. The SUV slowed before it finally reached the building. Emily didn’t even wait for it to stop properly. Her hand found it's spot at the door knob. “Leslie!” she called out as her feet hit the ground. The air here was different, quieter, and with a chill that signaled carefulness. Not the violence of abandonment she had expected. Not chaos. Just… stillness. Too much stillness. She wasn't in Grethon, not yet she was at the border of Flete. She had followed her son's phone tracker and it had brought her here. Good thing he was taken with his device, she thought. A car stopped just behind her own, it