“renda, why do you look so down in glanced at the unappetizing Inte–night snacks on the table. “want to der some barbecue instead?
Brendashook her head and let out a long sigh. I’m upset because my ugly husband is coming home. My good days are ver
Yasmin, trying to be fair, said, “Tut Mr.Howard isn’t ugly, is he?
Brenda gave a blunt evaluation of George, whom she barely knew. “He’s too much and not my type.”
Bernda was known for her refined taste and delicate preferences, so men like George were exactly the kind she couldn’t stand.
That night, before goingtobed, Yasmin once again attempted to remove the bracelet from her wrist.nce again, she failed
Just as she was about to give up, she noticed something faintly visible on the side of the bracelet
She held the light and saw an engraved word–Mamie
The engraving was in Scriptina font. It carried a sharp, almost forcendedge, a style that was unmistakably caletes.
Yasmin stared at the engrading, matkons chumming within her.
It Galeb had given her this bracelet that we carved with her name a month ago, she would’ve been overjoyed. But time had changed everything, and she no longer needed it.
The next moming, Tasmin was jobed awake by her phone ring.
The caller ID showed Gracias calling
She quickly tried to shake off her groppiness and picked up the call, just as she was about to greet her, a warm, familiar chuckle came through the receiver.
“Youry Lare you still in bed?
Mrs. Grant Senior, I just woke up,” Yasmin replied, foring a little guilty as it was almost 100 DO IT.
“No worries. Young people need their sleep! 1 just missed you, that’s all “diracle replied.
After a short prise, she continued, “My birthday is next week. You’ll be coming back with Caleb, won’t you?”
Tasmin, still slaggish from skep, suddenly felt her mind snap to full alertness.
Did Gracie know about the impending divorce?
When she was caught red–handed in bed with Caleb, most of the Gratally regarded her with disden and ridicule. They called her shameless, manipolative, and unworthy of maring into their prestigious lineage
However, Grace had stood her ground against everyone, insisting that Caleb marry Yasmin. The scandal had made headlines across the city, and in the end, marrying Caleb had be the most dignified way out for her.
Yasmin had always been grateful to Gracie. She couldn’t bear to say anything that would disappoint her
“Tasmin?” Gracie was starting to feel slightly disappointed by Yasmin’s lack of response.
“Udefinitely come can make it.” Yasmin hadn’t decided if she would show up
Grace was satisfied with the response and chuckled warmly. “Theard that Caleb just bought an emerald bracelet. Some of the girls at home tried to ask him for it, but he said it was
gift for you. Remember to wear it when you come over next time and make them all jealous!”
Yasmin, who had been planning to visit a jewelry store today to have the bracelet removed, was speechless.
“How did they even findout Calib bought a bracelet?”
Graciechackled and replied, “Oh, dear, everyone knows!”
Yaumini wan buffled.
Borda, having more or less passed Yasmin’s confusion, pulled out her phone and showed her whatsApp.
A private group chat, filled with young socialites and heirs, was buzzing with discussions about how Caleb had spent a fortune just to win Yasmin’s favor
“Didn’t they say caleb doesn’t care about Yasmin? This must’ve cost at least seven pures!”
“Holycrap! Since when does Mr. Grant lose his mind over a woman?”
“Waitin‘ Caleb in love with Veronica? could the jewelry before?
“Veronica and her mom always seemed so gentle and gracious. It turns out they’re not that great, after all!”
“Is no one wondering who bought Yasmin’s mom’s heirloom and gitted it back to her? Imagine caleb’s reaction when he found out. He probably lost al maha!”
Humors and speculations spread like wildfire, quickly becoming the hottest gossip in their social circle.
Yasmin was speechless. She hated being the center of gossip. Especially now, when things between her and Caleb were anything but appropriate for such attention.
Benda had work in the afternoon, so after washing up, she lett.
As soon as she stepped out of the building, she saw a tall figuring the wall with cigarette between his fingers. He lowered his head and took a slow drag
Brenda stopped in her tracks.
“My parents want us to have lunch with them.” George put out his cigare, looking at her with a half–smile. “They’re worried we might be heading for adhere too. They’re pankking”
Brenda was speechless.
Grace’s birthday party had previously been Yasmin’s perfect way to elect to the White Lamily. Now, it had become an impossible dilemma.
Cluster 13
She and caleb were about to divorce. Socially, it was inappropriate for her to attend the event in her current status.
Unless she fined the divorce before then. That way, she’d have a legitimate reason to refuse the instration.
Yasmin called Caleb, but there was no answer. She then called Harris..
“Mrs. Grant, it’s the weekend. Mr. Grant isn’t working today, so how could a mere assistant like me know his every move? Harris said innocently, then offered a suggestion. “Mr. Grant was seriously drunk last night. Maybe you should go home and check on him?”
Harris was referring to Longview Bay, the villa that Caleb and Yasmin once shared
It had been over a month since she moved out, and standing in front of it now, Yasmin felt strangely
unfamiliar with the place.
“Welcome home
The facial recognition system still recognized her, and the gate swung open automatically.
Neither she nor Caleb liked having too many people around, so there were no live–in staff at the villa
Yasmin rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. After a brief hesitation, she put in her fingerprint.
With a soft click, the door unlocked.
It was as if Caleb hadn’t been living there. Nothing had changed since she left.
Inside, the house was eerily quiet. Everything looked exactly the same as when she had left. It was a
As Yasmin glanced around, she suddenly spotted a figure on the staircase, startling her.
A tall man stood there, dressed in a black robe. His dark hair was slightly messy, and he held a glass of water lazily in one hand. His gaze rested on her, assessing her like she was an unexpected intruder,
Yasmin froze and said awkwardly, “I called you, but you didn’t answer. I rang the doorbell too, but no one responded.”
Caleb seemed unfazed. “This house is yours too.”
Yasmin wasn’t sure what he meant. Was he referring to marital assets, implying she had a rightful claim to the villa? Or was he saying that, as his wife, she was still the lady of the house?
