LOGINLibrary
Search
All Chapters of The Divorcee's Redemption : Chapter 11 - Chapter 12
12 Chapters
Chapter 11: Please Tell Me That Didn’t Happen
The Divorcee's Redemption /Diana Clare
~Elena’s POV~Pain.That is the first thing I register.A head pounding what-the-actual-fuck level of pain.It's a full-scale attack on my skull, hammering away like my brain personally offended the gods of tequila and they’re exacting their revenge with a damn jackhammer.The second thing I register?My stomach.It’s currently staging a full-scale rebellion, twisting and turning like it’s ready to eject every ounce of last night’s poor decisions.I groan, rolling onto my side.I barely crack one eye open only to come face to face with Isa, who is grinning like she just won the goddamn lottery with her head propped on her hand.Oh no.That look never means anything good.I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to the universe to rewind time. Pleading with My brain to try everything in its power to remember the events of last night."Please, please tell me I didn’t do something stupid."Isa hums, stretching like a cat. “Sooo…” She draws the word out, her voice practically singing with delight.
Last Updated : 2025-02-24Chapter 12: First Day in Hell
The Divorcee's Redemption /Diana Clare
~Elena’s POV~Today is my first day at work, and already, I feel like I’m walking into the seventh circle of hell.The nerves hit me the second my alarm went off this morning, and Isa's teasing certainly didn’t help. Neither did my damn brain, which played the events of two nights ago on repeat, torturing me like some sadistic movie director.Every time I close my eyes, I see him.Sebastian Vale.The way his gray eyes locked onto mine. The way his hands gripped my waist, firm, possessive. The way his mouth tasted like whiskey and mint as I leaned in and kissed me.The slow, consuming way his mouth moved over mine that made me weak in the knees.I groan and shove the memory away.It was nothing. A mistake. A drunk, stupid mistake.Except my body doesn’t seem to get the memo.I need therapy. Or maybe a full-blown exorcism.I focus on getting ready for work or perhaps the battle I'm about to embark on because let’s be honest, that's what today is.I put on a high-waisted black skirt, a f
Last Updated : 2025-03-06
