Divorce Time

Chapter 38

The news stirred a wave of reactions in the room, with expressions as varied as a patchwork quilt.

Rumors had swirled around Thorne for years, suggesting he’d tied the knot in a secret ceremony. Yet, the identity of the elusive Mrs. Henderson remained a puzzle no one could solve.

Some whispered that Thorne had never married at all. The truth of the matter was murky, and most were too timid to probe further.

So, when Thome casually mentioned having a daughter, the revelation left many slack–jawed with surprise. Yet, curiosity was quickly gone, replaced by a respectful silence.

After dinner, Jasmine was on pins and needles. She had been waiting for Charlene to come home. But by nine o’clock, with her bath taken, Charlene was nowhere to be seen.

Jasmine’s ears were on any sound from outside.

Just past ten, the hum of a car engine sparked hope, and she dashed downstairs, calling out, “Mommy-” Her voice cut off abruptly as Thorne stepped inside, her excitement deflated. “Daddy?”

Thorne handed his coat to the housekeeper, noting his daughter’s disappointed expression. “What’s wrong?”

I thought it was Mommy coming back.”

Thorne didn’t let the sting of “absent mom, forgotten dad” bother him, pausing before saying, “She hasn’t returned yet?”

“No…”

Not overly concerned, Thorne reassured her, “She’s probably caught up with something. Didn’t she promise to drive you to school tomorrow? Get to bed early, and you’ll see her in the morning.”

Jasmine’s spirits lifted

Thorne retreated to his study to wrap up some work. By the time

have returned during his busyness. But when he returned to their room, he found

come home.

indeed in trouble. With that thought, Thorne casually proceeded to the

school run duty, Charlene rose early.

she was on her way, driving out of

for nearly

hadn’t changed, Charlene felt like

her warmly, “Welcome back, Mrs.

didn’t correct him, asking, “Is

time she got up,

Latonia, the maid, to nudge Minnie along.

had breakfast,

declined. “No, thank you. I’ve

“Alright then.”

with a nod to give a silent greeting.

about to speak, when Jasmine bounded down the stairs into

hair affectionately. “We should hurry. Breakfast is waiting.”

scent filling the air as she