All Chapters of A Divorce He’ll Never Forget : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The first thing Esther noticed was the sharp smell. It wasn't fragrance or the comforting scent of home; it was strong and sterile, the type of smell that lingered in her nose and burned her throat. Her eyelids fluttered as the brightness above her pierced into her head. She let out a groan and lifted her trembling hand, as if her fingers alone were an obstacle to block the light.The ceiling wasn’t familiar: White tiles and a bright bulb. The faint beep, beep, beep of a machine beside her. Her heart stuttered in confusion.“Where am I?” The words scraped out, rough and dry. Her lips felt cracked, her tongue rough like sandpaper.A sharp pain pressed against her ribs, and her chest tightened as she tried to sit up. Panic rose in her, sharp and bitter. She wasn’t in her room. The place didn’t look like her house either.The door creaked open. Two figures in white coats, their shoes shuffling softly on the floor as they stepped inside.“You’re awake,” one of them said gently, a doct

Three years later….The bar smelled of spilled alcohol and stale smoke. The floor was sticky and the air was thick with noise. There was a rise and fall of laughter, sometimes harsh and at other times gentle, blending with a clatter of glasses.Esther wiped down the counter with a moist rag, her hands trembling from fatigue. Her blouse hung down her back, and her feet ached in old worn-out shoes. The night seemed forever.She dislikes this place. Every corner of the bar smells like shame. Every laugh feels like it’s mocking her. But she can’t leave… not yet. Not when her babies are waiting at home. She has to endure this for them.She forced a small grin as she carried another tray of whisky to a rowdy table.“Hey, sweetheart,” one of the men called, his words slurred. His friends chuckled, their eyes crawling over her like she was a prize on display. “How about a smile for me, hmm? Might earn you a bigger tip.” The man’s eyes dragged over her, his grin sloppy with liquor.Esther’s h

A Door Left Open Esther stood outside the CEO’s office, her hand hovering over the polished oak door.Her heart pounded against her ribs.She had survived betrayal, hunger and the pain of leaving the hospital with two newborns and a broken heart.Yet standing outside this door terrified her more than all of those memories.A slow breath filled her lungs before escaping through trembling lips.She straightened her shoulders and knocked.“Come in.”The deep voice was calm,confident and commanding.Esther slowly pushed the door open.The office was unlike anything she had ever seen.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Manhattan, while awards, books and expensive furniture whispered wealth and power.Behind a massive walnut desk sat Adrian Cole.He was reading a document, his attention fixed on the page.He didn’t look up immediately.Instead, he finished reading the final paragraph, signed the document with a smooth stroke of his pen, then closed the file.Only then did he lift his eyes