Divorce Time

Chapter 8

Let’s hit the road.”

Their car swiftly departed the manor, making its way toward the airport.

Charlene was oblivious to Thorne’s return to their homeland. No one had informed her.

Half a month had elapsed since she had moved out of the manor. During this time, she gradually grew accustomed to and fond of the peaceful and leisurely life of living alone.

It was a lazy Saturday morning when she finally woke up. After getting up and freshening up, she drew the curtains to find the sunlight beaming outside.

She stretched lazily, watered her plants, and was just about to whip up a simple breakfast when the doorbell rang. It was her neighbor from across the hall, Mrs. Sullivan.

“Ms. Ross, hope I didn’t wake you?”

Charlene replied softly, “Not at all. I was already up.”

“That’s good to hear.” Mrs. Sullivan said warmly. “I’ve brought some freshly baked muffins and apple pies from this morning. I thought you might like to try them.”

happy. “Thanks. That’s incredibly

Sally from that crazy dog the other day. My husband and I have wanted to thank you properly, but we’ve just been busy at work. I feel terrible about it.”

nothing, really,

exchanging pleasantries, Mrs.

eat breakfast while exploring the latest algorithm mechanisms of an Al project she had been

afternoon, a notification about the centenary celebration of Starlight University popped

date, and realized it was Starlight University’s anniversary.

trending online,

the country, attracting attention with every move,

posts, her hand trembling slightly, as she

her mind, throwing her emotions into disarray. Had she not married right after her undergraduate studies, she wondered if she might have been among the honored graduates invited to

before driving

guests had left, but

the campus, Charlene found herself beneath the familiar structure of the science building when a familiar voice called out to

Starlight University, Stewart Ferguson poured Charlene a cup of coffee. “How have you been?” Holding her teacup, Charlene smiled faintly, “Pretty good, just… getting a divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.”