Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 70

Truth was, she’d mulled it over plenty–the furry sidekick who’d stuck by her for fifteen years. That goodbye was always lurking on the horizon.

Her original plan had been to bury Sherri in the garden at home, with a little stone marker for the spot.

That way, her spirit could pop back in whenever, without ever getting lost.

But now…

That villa, that garden–she was done with it for good.

Soon enough, it’d have a new mistress anyway, and no way was she leaving Sherri behind in a place like that.

Ryan drove her to the pet hospital first to pick up Sherri.

Maybe the little girl knew Freya had nailed the bad guy–those eyes that had stayed stubbornly open were finally shut. giving her this peaceful, almost serene look.

Freya cradled her tiny body close as Ryan took Freya to a pet cremation service.

She picked out a pure white, round urn for her–it looked just like a snowball from a distance.

Finally, Ryan brought her to the riverbank.

He said, “This river feeds into the main stream down, then out to sea from Sairo. Let’s scatter her ashes here. That way, as long as you’re still working at the Wesley Hotel, you can catch the sea’s mouth anytime. And as long as you remember her, she’ll always be right there.”

The Wesley Hotel sat right along the river.

You couldn’t see it from the lower floors, but up top? Crystal–clear view of where the river met the sea.

Freya figured, ‘Yeah–this might actually be perfect.

So she let Sherri’s ashes drift into the current, whispering, “If you can hear me, Sherri… come back reincarnated in my belly. Be my baby all over again.”

The river rushed on, like it was murmuring back.

Ryan said, “I promise.”

The wind off the water was whipping too hard; Freya didn’t catch it. “What?”

Ryan said, “Nothing”

He kept that to himself.

‘Hey there, future Sherri. This is Dad!

The last day and a half in Haventon had been a whirlwind–too much chaos. But now it was all settling, and Freya could finally breathe easy.

On the flight back to Sairo, she crashed hard, sleeping like the dead.

12:43 pm P PP

Chapter 70

Must’ve been wishful thinking turning into dreams–she gave birth to a daughter.

This perfect little cherub, all pink and plump, was ridiculously cute.

The kiddo piped up in that milky toddler voice. “Mommy, it’s me–Sherri.”

Even in the dream, she knew she was dreaming.

She’d only just said that afternoon about wanting Sherri reborn as her daughter. God, she missed her that much.

But then the little girl spun around and launched herself into a man’s arms, all giggles and baby talk. “Dad, up.”

‘Dad?‘ Freya thought.

Freya’s eyes trailed up from his shoes–polished leather, crisp slacks, button–down shirt, and finally… his face.

‘Ryan?‘

She jolted awake.

The plane’s announcement crackled right on cue. “Dear passengers, we’re starting our descent. We’ll touch down at Ogriburg Airport in about thirty minutes.”

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