Chapter 11
Peter knew I was dodging his calls, so he blew up my phone with texts. Like we were back in the honeymoon phase or something— nonstop chatter.
Then he got desperate. Started showing up at Aunt Sophia’s with gifts, swearing he’d changed, begging her and Uncle Arthur to talk me out of the divorce.
Too bad for him, Aunt Sophia never liked the guy. If I hadn’t been tied up with him, I’d have moved to Hampsburg ages ago.
She shut him down hard.
“Peter, sign the divorce papers. You’re the one who messed up. Even if you don’t, Yuna’s made up her mind—we’ll take it to court.”
No clue what else she told him, but he packed up and left Hampsburg.
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Life went back to chill. Things with Lionel? Just kept leveling up.
Peter came back, but he didn’t try anything. Just signed the divorce papers, no drama.
He even offered me money and tried to return the pricey jewelry he gave me.
I shut it all down.
Yeah, I loved him once–like, for real–but it was never about the cash.
I’ve got my own hustle.
Back then, he wanted me caged up pretty, and I let him.
Not anymore.
Lesson learned–don’t lean on guys like that. People flip fast.
Last time I saw him was in Rivera, wrapping up the divorce.
His eyes were all red, but he couldn’t get a word out.
After that, it was back to work mode. The hospital kept me slammed.
Made some new friends. Spent more time with Aunt Sophia–honestly, that was the best part.
Then, six months later, I got this call.
Some hospital way out in the country. The voice was urgent.
