All Chapters of Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

It is the day they retur back home, to the reality waiting that they had left behind the week before.Bethany pulls the sheer white curtain aside and stares out at the ocean one last time, the pretty blue will stay completely ingrained into her head for a million years to come… If she lives that long. The beautiful island sprawls before her like a promise of peace they’re about to break by leaving.She sighs, a soft sound swallowed by the sound of waves crashing gently on the shore, maybe not so much the contented sigh as before.Arthur appears behind her, towel slung over one shoulder, suitcase in hand. “You sure you don’t want to fake a tropical illness and stay here forever? We could say the doctors asked you stay and work from here as taking a flight might be fatal for your tropical illness?” He teases.“I already tried faking food poisoning this morning,” she murmurs. “You made me take a ginger shot and pack anyway.”Arthur laughs, stepping beside her. “I’m heartless like that bu

The day began with yells, cackles of laughter within a small family and small children, all laughing toothily around the large house. Scattered around were pink balloons and a particular glittery plastic tiara that didn’t quite fit on Bethany’s tiny head.She was three years old at the time, full of toothy grins and sticky fingers and loved pancakes with a lot of syrup, and today, today was her birthday.“Mommy,” she said, swinging her legs beneath the kitchen table that was considerably ten times her total weight, “I want McDonald’s burger for my birthday.”Martha, standing by the counter with a juice box in one hand and her purse in the other, gave her daughter a bemused look. “Are you sure? We can make you anything you want. Pancakes? Spaghetti? A cake shaped like a pony? Where did you even hear about that?”Bethany shook her small curls. “You got Mason one, I want my own too today. McDonald’s and the park. I wanna ride the horsies! They are cuteeee.”Beside her, Seven year old Mas

The morning sun filters through the trees in the large, green park that overlooks the pretty lake ahead.It’s warm. Peaceful. A soft breeze rolls across the lake, lifting the petals from scattered white roses and tugging at the corner of the prettily covered altar. Everything looks like it was summoned out of thin air, a lakeside setup, simple chairs, a path of white laid across green grass, and yet it all feels perfectly right.They didn’t plan it. Not really. They did not have the time to do so anyway, because every minute now counts.Every. Single. Minute.But love doesn’t always need a plan. Sometimes, it just needs now and that’s how everything was planned overnight, some people who still haven’t slept yet are in the congregation.By the water’s edge, rows of white wooden chairs are arranged in quiet perfection. A floral arch leans over a makeshift altar, the blooms fresh, delicate, almost too pretty to touch. There are photographers present, it is a memorable one, everyone wants