Divorce Time

Chapter 2

He had completely forgotten it was Charlene’s birthday. Even though Charlene had braced herself for disappointment, she still couldn’t help but feel a sting of sadness.

After getting ready for the day, she was about to head downstairs when she heard Jasmine and their nanny, Latonia, chatting away.

“Is everything alright, sweetie? You seem a bit down,” Latonia inquired, concern lacing her voice.

Jasmine answered sadly, “I was really looking forward to hitting the beach with Ms. Hawkins tomorrow. Dad and I had everything planned. Now that Mom’s shown up out of nowhere, it’d be kind of awkward if she came with us. And Mom’s always so mean to Ms. Hawkins.”

Latonia said, “Honey, she’s your mom. You shouldn’t talk like that. It could hurt her feelings.”

“I know, but Dad and I like Ms. Hawkins more. Can’t I have Ms. Hawkins be my mom?”

Charlene couldn’t make out Latonia’s response after that. She had raised Jasmine with all the love a mother could give. Yet these past two years, the father–daughter bond had seemingly grown stronger with her husband, Thorne, spending more time with Jasmine. Thome had moved to Goldland last year to expand his business, and Jasmine insisted on going with him.

couldn’t stand the

her face turning pale as Jasmine’s words weighed her down, rooting her to the spot. She had taken time off work

gifts

out, telling Charlene to

emptiness. She had made this trip, leaving her job behind, only to

this land that was both foreign and familiar to

made lunch plans with Thorne. Recalling the morning’s conversation, she hesitated on whether to go back and include her daughter when a message from

up. I need to cancel lunch.]

had grown accustomed to this. To Thorne, work or social gatherings and everything seemed more important

it hurt? Maybe it once did. But

felt even more lost. She had come all this way, eager and hopeful, only to be met with indifference from both her husband and

she was standing outside a restaurant she and Thorne used to go to all the time. As she was about to enter, she spotted Thorne, Vesta Hawkins, and Jasmine

of her pastry while Thorne looked on with affection, his attention seemingly reserved for Vesta alone.

their daughter, born from Charlene’s flesh, enjoying the company

woman.