Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 184

Cyanide Lane, Yasmine walked under the shade of the trees. There was a villa here that used to be her home with her parents, but after their passing, she never came back. The house felt empty with no one to greet her. Standing alone in the deserted villa mule her feel suffocated. As soon as she pushed open the door, a loud creak echoed, and the door, covered in dust from years of neglect, swung open. The thick dust swirled up like fog, making Yasmine rough violently. In that mistant, light poured in, revealing a living room engulfed in a dense, durity haze. Beuder the blanket of dust, there were the pervasive odors of dump and mold

The heavy beige curtains held faint memories of her mother. Yasmine had rushed into her mother's arms countless times after school, and later into her father's embrace when he returned from work. But now, all of that had vanished, leaving her alone. If her father were still around the might have been able to seek solace with him when Xavier wanted a divorce But she was left without that support.

She walked into the storage room where her old things were kept. In her childhood room, heavy hooks still sat on the bookshelf by the window She picked up one randomly-it was The Little Prince. She remembered pestering her mother to read it to her several days in a row, it had been her favorite book. Flipping through the pages brought a flood of past memories, making it seem as if nothing had changed-that she was still living

those times

As she picked up another book, a photograph fell out. She bent down to retrieve it and stared at it, stunned. The picture showed her younger self. smiling brightly, alongside another girl who shared the same pure smile. She recognized her

The photo didn't have a date, and she couldn't recall any memory of it. But she was sure that this wasn't her current self. She used to be outgoing and cheerful, always smiling. She wasn't sure when she changed-was it after she fell for Xavier, or only after the divorce? Even she couldn't tell

Suddenly, she remembered what Yoselin had said during their therapy sessions. She had discussed memory confusion for a long time with Lena and Eric. It wasn't true, but what Yoselin said was real. When did she actually meet with Yoselin? Was it years ago? Yasmine stared at the photo, her fingers clenching tightly as if they could crack open her pounding head, which felt like it was being gnawed by countless ants. She reached for her phone and called Yoselin, "Are you free now! I need to see you Inside the cafe on Cyanide Lane, Yasmine slid a photo over to Yoselin. "Take a look."

Yoselin curiously picked up the photo and stared at it, disbelief washing over her. "Yasmine, when did we take this picture

I haven't stayed there." Yasmine's expression was complicated. "So this photo is at least three years old?"

have some reaction upon seeing this photo. But she didn't respond at all. They hadn't even known each

for a moment before speaking. "You mentioned some things subconsciously before. I thought

shook her head, "I

if her memory was failing her, but there were no sudden blanks or gaps in

you really break up with my brother" Yasmine gave

My brother isn't involved with Irene. He doesnt like her that way" "Theard Nathan is already discussing things with William from the White Lamily. Irene told

brother. He's always respected my brother's choices. The only thing

his choices, why would be do something like that?" She didn't

re hizle, nor

kidnapped, Yonas was having conversations with Irene. Yasmine, seeking treatment for her pain, saw

at the bar, all she saw was Yonas leaving with frene. These insodrots

the hoqital. When

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