Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 42

"Get away," Rosemary's voice was trembling, her words came out weak: "If you bother me again, I'm gonna post our marriage certificate online for the whole world to see that Victoria's a homewrecking mistress."

Maxwell just sneered at this "threat,” "Aren't you the one who brought up divorce first?"

"That's because she got in between us first."

The man's expression remained unchanged, his tone indifferent. "Then forget about divorce."

Her threat backfired, and Rosemary despised this man for being her bane. Ever since she got together with him, she never had a day of peace.

Maxwell, examining her slender fingers after a gentle rub, diagnosed, "They're not broken."

"You'd probably be thrilled if they were."

"Not really, but if you dare take Martin's money, I wouldn't just wish for them to break, I'd break them myself."

"You're nuts!"

She pushed him away, and this time Maxwell didn't stop her, letting her get out of the car and stride away.

After this unpleasant night, Rosemary and Maxwell never contacted each other again.

Though she didn't see him in real life, news about him kept popping up in the financial reports.

She knew he went to Zion City and stayed there for half a month.

In early October, when Victoria's painting was restored, she called her up, all business: "Ms. Temple, your painting is restored. When can we meet?"

"I'm in Zion City right now, and I'm not sure when I'll return. I'll let you know when I am back," Victoria's voice was gentle yet carried a hint of barely noticeable disdain—not directed towards Rosemary, but rather because her current status allowed her to be pampered everywhere she went, which led to this attitude.

"Okay."

After hanging up, her thoughts wandered. Maxwell was in Zion City, Victoria was there too—it couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it?

Why bother with a secret rendezvous in another place? Why not just get divorced and openly move on to the next marriage?

She glanced at the calendar again. After Pearl's birthday, there'd be less than a month left on their three-year contract. Maxwell should not delay their divorce any longer.

Thinking this way, the fatigue from days of staying up late and working overtime lessened significantly. Although she had been both tired and sleepy, after taking a shower and lying in bed, she couldn't feel even a bit of sleepiness.

She opened Twitter and scrolled through. Seeing a picture of a dog, she quickly saved it and matched it with a cartoon poop emoji. After combing the two, she shared the composite image on Facebook: "A match made in heaven."

No sooner had she posted on Facebook than she got a comment.

It was Yolanda. [Please post someone's name on the public screen, don't hold it back.]

Rosemary couldn't help but snort with laughter. Before she could finish laughing, Yolanda's video call came through, "Is that dog Maxwell sniffing around Victoria again?"

"Not sure, but Victoria's in Zion City, and so is he. They are probably together."

"You can't teach an old dog new tricks. How stinky must Victoria be for Maxwell to be obsessing over her for so many years?"

"Why do I feel like you're also implying something about me?"

"How could it be? You're you, and a dog is a dog."