Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 63

She never would have guessed that a member of the prestigious Bradford family could be so utterly duplicitous.

He had agreed on a divorce, and yet, here he was, not going through with it.

After queuing for over two hours at the city hall, Elysia was fuming to learn that Tarquin had once again changed his mind about the divorce.

She was so angry she could have strangled him right then and there!

To back out, to break one’s word, he was worse than an animal…

Despite everything, Elysia had held a certain respect for Tarquin, but today, she couldn’t help but curse him up and down in her mind.

It took ages for her to calm down, her breaths heavy with rage as she stormed out of the city hall.

If it weren’t for Blossom and the triplets waiting for her at home, she would have marched straight to the Bradford Group’s headquarters or the Bradford family estate to confront them!

What kind of game was this, agreeing to a divorce and then refusing to follow through? It was outright bullying!

Taking a cab back home, Elysia felt another pang of distress when paying the fare. These last few days, she’d spent over a hundred just on taxi rides, and all for nothing–the divorce was still up in the air.

However, her sorrowful mood was quickly dispelled by the laughter echoing from inside

her house.

Blossom was playing with the kids, “Now tell me, isn’t your godmother just gorgeous?”

triplets chimed in unison, “Gorgeous!”

I not the cutest thing you’ve ever

“Super cute!”

I not remind you of a fairy?”

“You’re a fairy!”

threatened to

help but crack a smile, pushing the door open to join them.

triplets spotted her and scrambled up from the floor, charging at her like little tiger cubs, shouting in chorus.

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“Mommyl

“Mommyl

“Mommyl

their calls, doling out kisses, one for each, perfectly

“The triplets are just too adorable and so handsome, too–I can’t get

why don’t you have a few of your

all about good looks. What if they don’t turn out as cute?

only you for a daughter, and they’re eager for grandkids.

what you say, I’m their godmother now. When my parents get back, I’m taking the triplets to

helplessly and asked, “What’s for

Restaurant, my

Isn’t it expensive?”

do justice to my precious boys‘ good looks. I’ve already reserved a private room,

dampen everyone’s spirits. She capitulated and told the triplets,