Divorce: A Woman Reborn

a gilded cage than a home. It was cold, empty, and impeccably clean, much like their marriage. She went straigh

ver cam

be, pouring a glass of water, and froze. There on the screen was Liam, his face etched with worry, helping a di

s Isa

There was no anger, no jealousy, just a quiet, final click of a lock falling into p

r. Her side was a mix of professional attire and comfortable clothes she rarely wore anymore. Methodically, she began to pull out her

nate about it. She' d given it up when she married Liam, believing the role of "Mrs. Miller" was a full-time occupation. She had sacrificed her ambitio

in, looking tired and rumpled. He saw h

is? Are you go

oothly, not missing a beat as she folded a sweat

to press the issue. "Fine. Just get dressed. W

he Miller mansion was her personal versi

xpecting us. Be ready in an hour." He disappear

iller had spent the entire evening talking about her friend's new grandson, shooting pointed looks at Chloe's flat stomach

on her shoes, Liam emerged from hi

as saying, his voice laced with a tenderness he nev

ening again. "Change of plans. I have to go take ca

request. It

am.

ore difficult." He was already out

iliar wave of resignation. It was always li

he real star of the evening was Isabella Rossi, who arrived shortly after Chloe, looking pale and fragi

lla's hand. "Going through all this alone. Don't y

tion swirling around her. They talked about Isabella's pregnancy, the nursery Liam was app

hloe. Still nothing? It's been five years. Any normal woman woul

e would have shrunk under their collective gaze, murmuring another apol

ick. She looked directly at her mother-

clear and strong, resonating in the sudden si