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.”

was happy. “Thanks. That’s incredibly kind

could do after you saved our Sally from that crazy dog the other day. My husband and I have wanted to thank you properly, but we’ve just been busy

really, Mrs. Sullivan. You’re too kind.”

pleasantries, Mrs. Sullivan

algorithm mechanisms of an Al project she

centenary celebration of Starlight University popped up on her phone.

and realized it was Starlight University’s

hashtag #StarlightUniversityCentenary was trending online, with several

high interest in Starlight University’s centenary celebration wasn’t just because it’s the top university in the country, attracting attention with every move,

her hand trembling slightly, as she saw several familiar faces from her past.

mind, throwing her emotions into disarray. Had she not married right after her undergraduate studies, she wondered if she might

her laptop, Charlene hesitated before driving to

VIP guests had left, but the campus was still

beneath the familiar structure of the science building when

later, at a cafe outside 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

was shocked. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.”