Divorce Time

Chapter 8

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.”

“Thanks. That’s incredibly kind

husband and I have

smiled. “It was nothing, really, Mrs. Sullivan. You’re

pleasantries, Mrs.

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

about the centenary celebration

realized it was

was trending online, with several posts about

celebration wasn’t just because it’s the top university in the country, attracting attention with every move, but also because this was

scrolled through the posts, her hand trembling slightly, as she saw several familiar faces from her

her emotions into disarray. Had she not married right after her undergraduate

hesitated before driving

left, but the campus

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

later, at a cafe outside Starlight University, Stewart Ferguson poured Charlene a cup of coffee. “How have you been?” Holding her teacup, Charlene smiled

shocked. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.”

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