Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 16

Pearl was taken aback, "Didn’t do it? Then that hickey on your neck?"

She cut herself off mid-sentence, eyes bulging, "Are you messing around with that Victoria chick again? Is that mark on your neck her handiwork? Are you trying to drive me up the wall? I'm telling you, I've never approved of you two, not then, not now!"

If there had been an extra pillow on the bed, she would've thrown it at him again for sure.

Maxwell instinctively touched his neck, "You've got it all wrong." He didn't elaborate, just frowned and headed for the bathroom.

Downstairs, Rosemary stepped out of the hospital into the blazing sun, and Yolanda texted her, inviting her out for dinner in the evening.

Since it was still early and she didn't have to go to the studio, she decided to hit the supermarket and picked up some essentials.

After work, Yolanda drove over to pick her up, "I nailed a huge deal today, so I'm gonna treat you to a fancy dinner to celebrate you finally shaking off Maxwell!"

Rosemary chuckled teasingly, "If your dad hears you say that, he'll whack you six ways from Sunday."

That dude was Maxwell, the economic powerhouse of Greenwood, the high-flying business hotshot - who would dare to cross him? If Maxwell heard Yolanda's words, it wouldn't just be their antique shop at risk; even the Abbott Group might not make it through unscathed.

"I'm just venting to you; don't you know me by now?"

When they got to the dinner spot, Rosemary couldn't quite believe her eyes at the dazzling lights of the club, "This is your idea of a fancy dinner?"

Night Club was Greenwood's ritziest joint - pricey with all the bells and whistles - yet the food was infamously bland. But let's be real, no one came here for the grub.

"A five-figure splurge not good enough for you? Tonight, we're partying hard, no going home sober! I've been so over your bland nun-like life, props to you for sticking it out for three years. Maxwell used to hit this place up all the time; now it's our turn to live it up!"

For the past few years, Rosemary's life was all about the company and home, running back and forth like a nun - a far cry from her wild, carefree pre-marriage self.

As the server led the way, Yolanda noticed Rosemary's lack of enthusiasm and thought she was down about her divorce, "If you're feeling blue, just let it all out later. Cry your heart out - it's just us tonight; I won't tease."

Rosemary didn't feel like crying. The thing was nothing had gone as planned today. She was so bummed precisely because the divorce hadn't happened, plus Pearl's situation was weighing on her.

She said quietly, "I didn't get divorced."

The club was too noisy; Yolanda didn't catch that, "What?"

"Maxwell and I, we didn't get divorced today."

Once Yolanda grasped what she said, silence fell, and after a bit, she asked uncertainly, "You don't want to divorce him, do you?"