Tonight Her Love Ended novel Chapter 190

Nova's heart hammered against her ribs.

If he signed this and they divorced, even if Tristan found out about the baby later and wanted it back, it would be legally impossible.

The courts would overwhelmingly side with her.

On the drive back to Clearwater Manor, Nova held the agreement along with the newly updated marriage contract, her mind racing.

How was she going to get Tristan to sign this tonight without tipping him off?

However, the moment she walked through the doors of Clearwater Manor, she saw Felipa sitting in the living room.

Seeing Nova return, Felipa looked secretly pleased, though she didn't show it. *All that talk of divorce, and she still obediently came crawling back!*

*Only a complete idiot would walk away from this kind of wealth.*

"You're back? Come sit down, we need to talk." Felipa patted the spot next to her.

Nova had zero energy to deal with Felipa's nonsense. She was going abroad to have her babies soon, and with so many massive moves in play, she didn't want a fight.

She walked over. "What is it?"

Pleased by Nova's submissive attitude, Felipa didn't nitpick. She pulled out a stack of brochures. "These are some elite classes I've enrolled you in. Take a look and clear your schedule. Also, quit that little job of yours and focus on resting at home."

Nova glanced at them—yoga, aesthetics, floral arrangement, high-fashion styling... standard high-society housewife courses.

She didn't have a single second to waste on this garbage.

But before she could decline, Felipa pushed a steaming bowl of soup toward her.

"Here. I made this broth myself. Starting today, you are going to drink this every single day. If there's anything you don't like, tell me and I'll adjust the recipe. Abdul mentioned he'll be sending you a substantial allowance every month to buy whatever you want. I'll be giving you an allowance too! Don't be afraid to spend it. Dress yourself up a bit!"

With that, she took the lid off the bowl.

Felipa had clearly put effort into it. The fat from the silkie chicken had been meticulously skimmed off, and it was perfectly brewed with holistic herbs.

But the moment the rich smell hit the air, Nova's stomach violently rebelled. She couldn't control it—she immediately started dry heaving.

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