Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 4

Rosemary was living it up on Maxwell's dime, but as for her own cash, no need to splash that on a fancy hotel stay.

She hit up Yolanda with a call and found out she was chilling at home, so she just hopped in the car and headed over.-

Jason was tailing her the whole damn way, but Rosemary paid him zero mind. When she got out of the car to grab her bag from the trunk, she nicked her hand on some decoration - It bled a bit, but nothing to write home about.

Yolanda's pad was up on the 17th floor, and knowing she was coming, she left the door wide open.

When Rosemary waltzed in with her luggage, Yolanda was taken aback - the phone convo didn’t mention anything about baggage. Looked like a runaway situation alright.

Yolanda couldn’t even bother with her face mask; she just reached out to take Rosemary's suitcase, "Should've told me you had bags; I would've come down to help. Oh no, you hurt your hand?"

Seeing Yolanda all worked up and about to fetch the first aid kit, Rosemary pulled her back, "Chill, it's practically healing already."

"Girl, your hands are like solid gold; can't you treat 'em a bit better? Look at those pianists, they'd lock their hands in a safe if they could, just to avoid a scratch."

Rosemary couldn't help but crack up at her dramatics, and it blew away some of the clouds hanging over her lately, "This little scrape won’t mess with my mojo."

Yolanda paused, and as she got to this point, she couldn't help but bring up the past, "So, about what I mentioned before, have you given it any thought?"

Rosemary didn't say a word; she was still on the fence inside.

"Oswald's been by a few times, you know? His workshop's like the cream of the crop in the country for artifact restoration. Only the best get in there! For Oswald to personally scout you - girl, you’re in high demand! If you weren't so keen on keeping a low profile, I'd have passed your contact to him ages ago!"

Artifact restoration was Rosemary's gig, and she was damn good at it. She learned the craft from her mom since she was knee-high, her skills were unique, and she even majored in it at college. The plan was to work at a museum after graduation, but then all that crap happened, and she ended up hitched to Maxwell.

These last few years, she could only pick up some side gigs through Yolanda, working as a freelance restorer.

But now, things were different. She was getting a divorce, and it was time for a fresh start. Thinking it over, Rosemary nodded, "Hook it up for me, will ya?"

"You're down for it?" Yolanda didn't see that coming - Rosemary had always shot it down before.

"Let's give it a shot. I'm ready to roll whenever."

"Anytime?" Yolanda was floored again, "What about that caregiver gig at the Templeton Group?"

"Yup, I quit," Rosemary said it so cool and casual as if she wasn't the one involved.

Yolanda clicked her tongue, her mind racing with the morning's trending gossip. She let loose, "It's about time you split! Maxwell, that jerk, clearly ain't into what you're serving, yet he makes you go through the motions. Guys like him should be locked away with Victoria and not mess with anyone else. You should just ditch the marriage too, with only three months left - save yourself the headache."

Rosemary sank into the sofa, worn out from the night's drama, "I brought up divorce, but he won't have it, insists on waiting till the contract's up."

Yolanda could only laugh, "Such a poser! Back when Victoria turned down his proposal to hit the global stage, he sure won't make it easy to divorce you now and then get with her. It'd make him look cheap! He's gotta show he's a hot commodity, or Victoria might ditch him again!"

Rosemary hadn't considered that angle, but Yolanda's words were like a revelation. Maxwell, that sneaky devil, was crafting his image!