Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 54

It was just past midnight when Liam slumped in the empty greenhouse, cracking open a beer and knocking it back in one

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The moon glowed bright against a scattering of stars–the Haventon night sky was breathtaking.

He thought, ‘Wonder what the weather’s like in Sairo tonight?‘

Blame it on the booze, but his ache for Freya ballooned like a sponge dropped in water.

Still…

She’d gone full ghost on him.

Blocked him everywhere.

Even filtered his emails straight to spam.

He thought, “Thank God I have one reliable bro in my corner.’

He punched in the number. “Ryan, about Freya…”

“You home right now?”

Ryan’s tone came through tight–edgy, almost rushed.

Liam frowned, thrown. “Yeah, why?”

“Your folks‘ place, or yours?”

“Ours, duh–me and Freya’s spot.”

“Alright, ten minutes.”

Liam did a double take. “Wait, aren’t you stuck in Sairo? What, you teleport back or something? And at this hour… another hookup bail on you?”

Ryan paused, then muttered, “Face–to–face when I get there.”

“Fine, I’ll stock the fridge. You and me, man–let’s pound beers till we black out—”

“Pass,” Ryan said flatly. “Freya’s with me.”

Just like that, it was like someone hit the lights in his brain.

Liam’s buzzed haze cleared in a heartbeat. “Freya’s coming here? To see me? She’s actual showing up?”

“We’ll hash it out in person.”

Liam killed the call, grinning like an idiot, joy spilling over.

He bolted around the house, blasting every light–Freya hated the shadows, always craved the glow.

Next, he fired up her go–to iced latte: two shots milk, one sugar.

12:41 pm P P P

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He wondered, ‘Anything else?

‘Shit, yeah–she has to be famished by now.’

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He tapped in an order for soup. He thought, ‘Keep it light for late night, easy on the gut. She’d sung praises for this spor’s take before; it’d hit the spot.

All set, he lined up her slippers at the door–right there for her to kick off her shoes and slide in.

Then, the doorbell buzzed.

Liam flung the door wide before the chime even died.

“Freya…”

Crack!

Her hand whipped across his face, the slap ringing out sharp.

His head jerked sideways.

Stunned, Liam cupped his cheek and gaped at her.

She looked beat from the road, hair a mess, but her face was thunder–eyes like lasers, pinning him in place.

“Freya, what the-”

Crack!

She swung again.

Ryan lunged in, catching her wrist. “Whoa, easy…”

“Get off me!”

“Not stopping you–just saying, that’s gonna sting your palm too.”

Liam reeled, totally in the dark, blindsided as hell.

“Freya, what’s going on?”

Ryan broke the silence. “Sherri’s gone.”

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