Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 313 A Baby Party

The great mood I had vanished, and I couldn’t escape this strange feeling all afternoon. It felt like I got sucked into a black hole. Everything seemed calm on the surface, but I had no idea how many things

were linked to me.

In the afternoon, I received another invitation, this time from Matthew. He was throwing a big celebration for his new baby, almost as if he wanted the entire city to know he had a son now.

He called me as soon as I got the invitation, his voice filled with pride.

“Chlo, you’ve seen the invitation, haven’t you? You’ve got to be there. After all, this is a big event for the Murphy family. I finally have a son, haha! And bring your daughter along!”

“Yeah, this could be a chance to combine it with your wedding for a double celebration,” I said.

“Haha! Chlo, thank you for the suggestion. Everything’s in the works. We’re having a grand wedding!” He

was trying to provoke me.

he was doing it on purpose. He felt invincible now, and taking a dig at me was

I’m curious to see what

was no need to let

grabbed the invitation and smiled. I almost forgot about these two clowns. Matthew was too wrapped up in his own happiness, giving me a peaceful

let me know it was

my thoughts and asked, “Where did you

over in Quail Creeks. I got a recommendation from Ms. Lauren!” Carol proudly told me.

Lauren was a real treasure trove, and I even suggested she start at consulting business in that

mentioned she might come

get going then,” I said, setting aside the gloomy mood from the afternoon. I grabbed my

Carol, tossing her the car keys.

has a client meeting and will join us later. I’ve sent him the address. Grayson said he’d head straight there, and Benny,

elevator. We chatted

I’d met you earlier! This is the best work environment I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt so relaxed and happy, and everything’s been smooth. I feel like I wasted my time

housewife who fell prey to that scumbag’s manipulation. It’s all fate, you know.”

that scumbag at the hospital that day, maybe I wouldn’t have been affected.”

of Atlas again. Did we meet by fate,