Novel & Cerita The Divorcées Dessert Cafe

In Serenity’s free hand, she had a tray with two coffees on it, and she said, “The large one is yours.” Crystal took the coffee and suggested they find a place to sit where they could talk. The food court was nearby, so they went there, and once they were seated, Serenity got right down to business. “What happened between you and Professor Davis?” she asked. “Do you really want to divorce him?” Crystal said that she didn’t want to talk about it, so they moved on to lighter subjects, and once their coffees were made, they went into a luxury bag store.

, he continued, “is not one I make lightly.” There was a pause. The room held its breath. “My wife and I are divorcing,” Adrian said calmly, as if he wasn’t dismantling my life in front of everyone. The words detonated. Gasps tore through the ballroom, colliding with whispers that grew louder by the second. Shock gave way to curiosity. Curiosity sharpened into hunger. “Aren’t you all going to celebrate with us?” Adrian added lightly. There was a brief silence. Then applause followed, hesitant, confused, and reflexive. A polite sound meant to mask the violence of what had just been done.

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

LIRA POV The morning light stabbed through the curtains, and my head pounded like someone had played drums on it all night. I groaned, sitting up slowly. Then it all came rushing back. The fight with Damian, and my own voice saying “I want a divorce.” I closed my eyes and leaned back into the pillows. Why did he think he could fix everything after three years? Why now? Because of one kiss with another man? It didn’t make sense at all. maybe I went too far, but why didn't he do this the whole three years? If he had actually thought and making things right now, he should know that it's really too late. because I want divorce.

Paul was supposed to be in the meeting with me, but I gave him a list of errands to run for me because I cannot wait to get out of Damian’s house. I get out of the car and head towards the café. The café was one of those charming New York gems: brick walls, soft golden lights, plants spilling from hanging baskets, the smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries swirling around like a warm hug. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out on a busy street, but inside everything felt intimate and lightly buzzing. Lucas waved at me from a corner table, but he wasn’t alone. A man sat with him. And God, he was… handsome wasn’t even the word.

"Your pitiful look disgusts me. How could I have been so blind to a useless fool like you?" I sneered and looked through the divorce agreement. It stated that I should give the car and the house, and she should have possession of all my music copyrights. "Shannon, is your head on straight? You're the one who's cheated on me. How dare you ask me to divorce and leave without a penny?" "You've wasted so many years of my youth, can I not ask for you to compensate me?"

I jump backwards with a hiss, cupping my throbbing lower lip. “You bit me.” The naughty vixen angles her head, those plump lips curling in a vicious smile; “That is what you get for trying to exclude me.” She lifts her chin and continues down the hall, “come on, husband! We don’t want to be late.” Sometimes I forget that I married a hellion, a rebel and a mule-headed woman all wrapped up in one body and delivered in a hot red bow. *** Cream and Sugar is the usual upscale cafè. Wealthy business men and women are perched in private booths, probably discussing the rise and fall of the stock market while sipping overpriced coffee.

"I've never lied about you, Fathia." Then, Sebastian finally delivered the postponed kiss. "Oh my gosh! Can't you do this in the bedroom? Are you going to make out in the living room? Or maybe move to your own apartment! Gwen sleeps with me!" **** Every measurement Jess needed for this order was spot on. She wasn't a fan of overly sweet tarts. Using extra fruit and low-calorie sugar as well as premium ingredients was the key Jess always used for all the dishes at the cafe, especially cakes.

“Sober up, bastard, and look at me! The hell! I’m not Fiona!” Kristel wipes her lips violently, and her action darkens Galvin’s face. “So you are not happy being kissed by me anymore because you received one from someone else? Huh?” Kristel was furious at his accusation. She barked, “We’re divorced! So what if I kissed someone else? Aren’t you doing the same?” With her retort, Galvin became annoyed. He yelled in return, “You’re only making excuses about Fiona! But the truth is, you sign the divorce papers so that you can move close to that police officer! Is this why you rejected the villa I gave you? Right?”

I squeeze them tightly, silently thanking the Goddess for bringing them into my life. In these moments I can almost forget my young family is incomplete. Ryder, Parker and Riley give me more joy than I ever dreamed was possible. They’re the greatest gift I’ve ever received and if it weren’t for Paisley’s absence, I’d have everything my heart desired. Of course today was a stark reminder that one piece of my heart is still missing, and I’m more determined than ever to get it back. _________________ Ethan The glass cases lining the bakery window overflow with delectable pastries, each one making my mouth water. A cursive gold “D” has been painted onto the triangles of chocolate sticking out of