All Chapters of Divorced: Marrying Mr Unloveable : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The grand mansion stood tall against the backdrop of a pale winter sky, its towering gates a reminder of all the power and prestige it housed. Iris adjusted her scarf, pulling it tighter around her neck as the cold wind nipped at her cheeks. She rang the bell, her heart racing with both anticipation and unease.The butler, Charles, appeared at the door moments later, his face as composed as always.“Good morning, Miss Iris,” he greeted, but there was no warmth in his tone.“Hi, Charles. I’m here to see Grandma Martha.”Charles’s expression hardened. “I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs Windsor gave specific instructions not to allow you in under any circumstances.”Iris blinked, the words hitting her like a slap. “What? She wouldn’t do that. There must be a mistake. Can you ask her—”“She was very clear, Miss Iris.” Charles’s voice softened, but only slightly. “I’m sorry.”Iris took a step closer to the door, desperation clawing at her chest. “Charles, please. I just need a few minutes with her.

Iris sat at the corner booth of the club, her hands clasped tightly around a glass of soda water. The music was loud—too loud—and the colourful lights danced across the room, making her feel out of place. Across from her, Sasha leaned back, sipping on her cocktail with a satisfied smirk.“I can practically hear your thoughts,” Sasha teased.Iris sighed, her gaze darting toward the dance floor, where the rest of their group swayed to the beat. “And what are they saying?”“They’re screaming, ‘I don’t want to be here.’” Sasha laughed. “Come on, Iris. This is supposed to be fun.”“I’m here, aren’t I?” Iris countered, lifting her drink in mock celebration.“Barely.” Sasha leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “Do you even know what fun is?”“Of course I do,” Iris said defensively.“Oh yeah?” Sasha smirked. “When’s the last time you let loose? No schedules, no overthinking, just… living in the moment?”Iris opened her mouth, but no words came out.“That’s what I thought.” Sasha signalled to a

The quiet hum of the evening settled over the apartment. Carter lounged on the couch, his laptop open but forgotten on the coffee table. His phone buzzed beside him, but he ignored it, too caught up in his own thoughts.Iris emerged from the bedroom, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe. She had been mulling over her day with Amin, the uneasiness growing with every passing hour.“Carter,” she said, her voice carrying a weight that immediately drew his attention.He glanced up, his brows furrowing at her serious tone. “What is it?”She walked over, standing just a few feet away from him. “We need to talk. And I need you to not get mad.”“That’s a great way to start,” he said, sitting up straighter. “What happened?”She took a deep breath, hesitating before diving in. “I went out with Amin today. We had coffee.”Carter’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.“He was… charming,” she admitted, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But something about him felt off.

Carter leaned against the railing of the balcony, sipping his coffee as the morning sun bathed the garden in a golden glow. Below him, Iris and Loretta were seated at the patio table, their heads bent close together in animated conversation. Their laughter drifted up to him, light and carefree, and yet it sent a pang of unease coursing through him.He couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.Over the past few weeks, Iris and Loretta had become practically inseparable. At first, it had seemed harmless—Loretta was the nurse assigned to care for Grandma Martha, and Iris had taken it upon herself to help. She’d even invited Loretta to their mansion a few times, saying it was only fair to return the hospitality.But now, Loretta was at their home more often than she was at the grand mansion. She lingered during tea breaks, offered to help with household tasks that weren’t hers, and even joined them for dinner once or twice. It was as if she was making herself part of their l

Carter Windsor paced Hugh’s apartment, the tension in his shoulders evident. Hugh leaned against the kitchen counter, watching his friend with a mix of concern and intrigue.“You know,” Hugh began, breaking the silence, “you can’t keep letting this Loretta woman rattle you. You need to get ahead of her.”Carter stopped pacing and turned to Hugh. “You think I don’t know that? She’s holding fake pictures over my head, and if Iris ever sees them…”Hugh smirked, crossing his arms. “If Iris ever sees them, you’ll be in a hell of a mess.”“That’s not funny,” Carter snapped.“I’m not laughing,” Hugh replied calmly. “Look, we need a plan, and I think I know just the person to help us.”Carter raised an eyebrow. “Who?”Hugh grinned and pulled out his phone. “Jake. He’s still with the police, right? Let’s see what dirt he can dig up on Loretta.”About an hour later, Jake, their mutual friend from the police department, called back. Carter and Hugh were on speakerphone, anxiously waiting.“You g