Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 13

Maxwell must have thought he'd given her a good enough nudge because his tone mellowed out a bit, "A little tiff between husband and wife can be spicy, but if you overdo it, it just gets bland. I don't have time to play this divorce-remarry drama with you. Move back in tonight. I'll let your recent shenanigans slide."

Rosemary didn't really listen to him, nor did she ponder why he mentioned "janitor”. All she heard was him dissing her for her low salary, not being able to afford rent, and her dramatics!

"Maxwell, what the hell is wrong with you? Even if my salary is crap, I'd rather crash in a bridge nook munching on near-expired buns than move back in with you. Either you hustle and get that divorce paperwork sorted with me, or I'll see you in court!"

She hung up the phone on him and chucked him straight into the blacklist. She wanted to block him on WhatsApp too, but she held back, figuring she needed to keep at least one line open for divorce talks.

Rosemary swore, the moment she got that certificate, she'd block that jerk Maxwell and never cross paths with him again.

Meanwhile, a couple of colleagues were gossiping nearby, "That hunk who came asking about Zora this morning, wow, wonder if he's married."

Rosemary was taken aback for a second; the guy who had come to the studio this morning was Christ. She did see him, but she was busy mopping up some water she'd spilled, so she couldn't be bothered to chat and just walked off.

And at that time, she recalled that Zora was right there cleaning her desk.

The colleagues were still joking around, "He was asking about Zora's job in our studio? With her cleaning uniform on and mop in hand, isn't it obvious?"

That was when Rosemary realized why Christ had come. It all made sense. Knowing Maxwell had the wrong idea, she didn't call to explain; she didn't need to report her job to him.

She thought Maxwell would agree to the divorce quickly after getting the lawyer's letter, but a week had gone by with no peep from him.

Rosemary was getting antsy, but all she could do was wait. After work, Yolanda invited her to a trendy new restaurant. Rosemary, with her flexible schedule, went ahead to grab a seat.

She had just sat down when the place filled up, and seeing the long line outside, she was glad she came early.

Head down, she was texting Yolanda the table number when she heard a voice overhead, not quite familiar, "Rosemary, you here by yourself? Mind if I join your table? I got here late, and the waiter said it's at least a two-hour wait."

Rosemary looked up to see Victoria in her ladylike outfit, light makeup on, not strikingly gorgeous features but a pretty combo that turned heads.

Rosemary flat-out refused, "Not really convenient."

But Victoria sat down anyway. Rosemary's face chilled instantly, "Ms. Temple, can't you understand words?"

Victoria looked apologetic, "Are you still mad at me? The night you married Maxwell, I didn't mean to call him; I didn't think he would come."

Rosemary cut her off, not wanting to hear about the past, "It's not about hate, just pure dislike for a drama queen."

With that said, it was time to drop the subject unless someone wanted to humiliate herself. Victoria went silent for a few seconds, her gaze complicated, and then probed, "I heard you're getting a divorce with Maxwell?"

Rosemary wasn't surprised she knew, yet the thought that Maxwell was clearly stringing her along while eagerly sharing the news with others made her curse them silently a thousand times!

Meeting Victoria's inquiring eyes, Rosemary put down her phone and smirked sarcastically, "Yeah, but he won't agree. He's like gum on my shoe, can't shake him off, totally annoying! I thought he'd be over the moon to get rid of me for Ms. Temple." She snorted, tossing out a conclusion, "Turns out, you're nothing special either."