All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

That evening, after finishing work at the studio, Marisol drove back to Crimson Oaks Estate. She brought the printed divorce papers.The agreement was custom-drafted by Alinta's professor, who specialized in divorce cases. It was tailored specifically for her marital situation. Though some clauses still needed refinement, Marisol couldn't wait any longer.After Lucian left that afternoon, she contacted Alinta regarding the unfinished agreement. Now, she had come to the Crimson Oaks Estate to settle things. But only the staff were home.It was past 10:00 pm, and neither Lucian nor Andre had returned. She could easily guess where they were.Still, Lucian said he'd come back tonight. She'd believe him one last time. Declining Wanda's offer of ginger tea to ward off the cold, Marisol waited in the first-floor living room."Mrs. Muller, your luggage..."Wanda assumed Marisol's return marked the end of her business trip, so she was puzzled by her empty-handed arrival."I'm just here t

Marisol had no intention of taking back her words. She'd always seen Theodore this way: a complete lunatic.That said, she didn't want to provoke further conflict with this madman.He was brainless, a spoiled brat through and through. Who knew what impulsive stunt he'd pull next? There was no reasoning with a psychopath.She turned to leave, but Theodore suddenly grabbed her arm. He yanked her back with enough force to nearly wrench her arm out of its socket.Marisol hissed, "Let go!"Theodore tightened his grip, glaring down at her with barely restrained fury. "Marisol, I'm warning you—if you dare ruin things between Nevaeh and Lucian, you know exactly what's coming."His lips curled into a sneer. "And you're well aware of what I'm capable of."Marisol was very much aware. The memories of past humiliations flashed through her mind, leaving her gaze icy.She stopped struggling. After a moment of silence, she raised her head. Her face now wore a perfectly practiced smile. "Theod

The call connected after just a few rings, and Ronan's voice was smooth and gentle as he greeted her, "Ms. Moira."The pleasantness of his voice made Marisol zone out for half a second. Nonetheless, she quickly gathered herself, offered a polite greeting, and went straight to the point. "Sir, I'm not quite sure I understand this invitation."She paused briefly before adding, a bit more firmly, "I assumed our collaboration ended once the suit was delivered."Now that she had confirmed his identity as the eldest Lowell brother, she had even less interest in getting involved. Whether it was the faint trace of blood she had once smelled on him, or his wild, unstable younger brother—this whole family just screamed trouble. A soft laugh came from the other end. He clearly caught the meaning behind her words. "Ms. Speight," Ronan said this time, dropping her alias and using her real name with a light, amused tone. He added, "I was very pleased with the suit. This dinner is nothing more

That night, Marisol stayed at the Muller family residence after Elizabeth insisted. However, Lucian and Andre did not come home at all.Since the Muller family residence was a bit far from her office, Marisol got up early the next morning, grabbed a quick breakfast, and headed out in a rush. She went straight into her morning meeting, then dove back into a full day of interviews.For once, luck was on her side. After a string of back-to-back sessions, she finally found the right candidate. They negotiated pay, agreed on the start date, and sealed the deal without much hassle.With that settled, Marisol could finally breathe. Once she finished training this hire, she would be free to resign before the New Year and fully devote herself to doing what she loved.However, the divorce still could not be delayed any longer. She could not understand what Lucian was thinking. She was well aware that he did not like her and barely acknowledged her, but it was just baffling that he had not co

The study fell into dead silence, and Lucian furrowed his brow as something finally clicked in his mind. He asked, "This is because of Nev, isn't it?"He had finally figured out what had triggered Marisol's sudden push for divorce. His fox-like eyes narrowed with growing irritation, and his voice dripped with contempt. He continued, "Marisol, there's a limit to how jealous you can act. Keep this up, and you won't be Mrs. Muller anymore. Take your little stunt and get out!"Lucian flung the divorce papers from the desk, and they landed right in her face. He was convinced that Marisol still loved him—that this whole divorce thing was just another ploy to compete for his attention. To him, it was just a pathetic little performance.Marisol stared at the face she had once been hopelessly drawn to, but all she felt now was lingering hatred and a wave of exhaustion. It was the kind of soul-deep weariness that came from screaming into a void. Did Lucian really think all this chaos was