Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1776

Abby stayed quiet while Jupiter did all the talking. “...These past years haven’t been easy on any of us. I was too stubborn to pick up the phone, you were too proud to ask about me, and we just kept sending messages back and forth through our daughter. Tell me, what are we even doing? We’re too old for this, shouldn’t we be setting a good example for the kids?”

Abby’s voice was thick with emotion. “You agreed to the divorce back then.”

“I—look, I was angry, Abby. You know how I am. We promised—no matter how bad a fight got, neither of us would ever say ‘divorce.’ But who was it that said it first?”

When Jupiter was younger, his own mother had always pushed him to get a divorce and find a wife who could give him a son. Jupiter had once said, “If anyone dares say ‘divorce’—even you, Mom—I’ll lose it. Nobody gets to say those words.” He knew how much those two words could hurt his wife and their child. He’d made everyone promise never to bring it up. In the end, it wasn’t his mother—it was Abby, finally pushed past her limit, who said it.

That was all it took for his temper to boil over.

The two of them talked on the phone deep into the night. Finally, Jupiter let out a long sigh and said, “Come home.”

Abby’s crying slowed, but her voice was still shaky. “I still have work here.”

Jupiter’s tone turned sharp. “So now you’re choosing work over family?”

Abby went silent.

Meanwhile, Milka was at work when her mom called. She stepped away to answer. “Hey, Mom?”

All she heard was her mother’s wail on the other end.

Back at home, Mars swung by to check on his parents.

Roberto was still at work, so only Leah was home. She looked over at her son and asked, “Mars, what’s going on with you and Milka? The wedding money’s been sitting in the bank so long, it’s about to sprout mushrooms.”

Mars grinned. “What, your fancy bank has a mold problem now?”

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