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.

Jasmine would want to stay with her. But she couldn’t stand the thought of

her down, rooting her to the spot. She had taken time

gifts she had

say she had taken the child out, telling Charlene to reach out if she needed

emptiness. She had made this trip, leaving her job behind, only to realize only to realize they didn’t need her. Her

left the house and wandered through this land that

wasn’t until nearly noon that she remembered she had made lunch plans with Thorne. Recalling the morning’s conversation,

need to cancel

grown accustomed to this. To Thorne, work or social gatherings and everything

Did it hurt? Maybe it once did. But at the moment, Charlene

way, eager and hopeful, only to be met with

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

of her pastry while Thorne looked on

matter. And there was their daughter, born from Charlene’s flesh, enjoying

woman.