I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

He shifted, just enough to ease the pressure.

She sucked in air, then shoved him hard. “Out. Now.”

Darion rolled onto his side, still sprawled across the sofa, his gaze unfocused with drink. “No way. It took me this long to get

in.”

The sheer audacity of it almost made her laugh. He’d hired a locksmith to break into her place in the middle of the night, and now he was acting like he had every right to be here.

She wanted to drag him out by the arm, but the moment she got close enough, he’d probably pull her down again.

“Fine,” she said coldly. “Have it your way. Stay here.”

Having said that, she turned and headed straight for the bedroom. Darion rose to follow, but she swung the door shut behind her and locked it before he could get anywhere near.

His aquiline nose narrowly escaped being flattened by the door. He stood there, staring at the wooden barrier. “Thalia. Let me in.”

She had already put her earplugs back in and had no intention of responding.

He stood in the hallway for a long moment, waiting. When it became evident that she wasn’t going to open the door, his gaze dropped.

He turned and made his way back to the living room, lowering himself onto the sofa and reaching for the pillow she always kept close.

It smelled like her. He pressed his face into it, inhaling deeply, and within minutes, sleep claimed him.

The next morning, when Thalia emerged from the bedroom, she found him curled up on the sofa.

A man of his stature, folded into himself like that-there was something almost pathetic about the sight.

She looked away indifferently, thinking, ‘Him, pathetic? I’d have to be out of my mind to think that.”

By the time Darion woke, it was past nine.

He rubbed his temples, the remnants of last night’s drinks settling into a dull ache behind his eyes. He remembered everything, though.

He glanced around the room. Thalia was nowhere to be seen.

Exhaling slowly, he got to his feet and let himself out.

Saturday arrived, and Thalia walked into the café at the appointed time. The girl was already there.

“Ms. Crystal Brown?” Thalia approached, offering a measured smile.

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Chapter 88

Crystal rose and extended a hand. Hello, Mrs. Blackburn.”

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Thalia shook it briefly and took her seat. There was no point in pleasantries. “You’re here for the arranged meeting with Darion today. Have you thought it through?”

After all, she and Darion were still technically married. She couldn’t fathom how Helen had convinced this young woman to go along with such an arrangement.

Crystal swept a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “I have. Once Mr. Blackburn and I are together, you’ll get your divorce.”

Thalia gave a short nod. “That’s correct. As long as you’re certain.”

She pulled out her phone and called Darion. It rang three times before he picked up.

“Thalia.” His voice came through low and warm, softening around her name the way it always did.

“Are you free right now? I’d like to see you.” She kept her eyes on the coffee in front of her, her tone carefully measured.

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