Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 75

After Natalie had left. Gage, the butler, brought a glass of milk to Theo in his study.

“Mr. Theo, it was already 8:30 in the evening. Please, drink this glass of milk and go to bed early. Gage suggested. “Normally, you would already be in bed by this time. Are Mr. Wilson’s affairs troubling you?” he added, handing the glass of milk to Theo.

Theo furrowed his wrinkled brow and sighed, reflecting on his disappointment. “Ah, Trevon was so disappointing. I had handed everything to him on a silver platter, and yet he couldn’t handle it properly,” he lamented

Gage grew even more puzzled. “If Mr. Theo was unwilling to let go of Mrs. Wilson, why did he agree so quickly in the evening and rush to proceed with the divorce?” he wondered.

Theo took a sip of his milk and grumbled discontentedly. “Hmph, if I don’t take drastic measures, will we end up witnessing him chasing after his wife?”

Gage chuckled upon hearing that, acknowledging Theo’s wisdom. “Indeed, old habits die hard,” he silently chucked. Night descended, painting the sky with shimmering stars while the moonlight gently embraced the bustling streets.

With two suitcases in tow, a captivating woman racing through the streets of Athana on her motorbike, all eyes were drawn to her remarkable presence. Heads turned wherever she went, capturing one hundred percent of the gaze.

The bike stopped at the gas station, instantly grabbing the attention of nearby vehicles waiting to refuel.

The drivers understood they might not possess a fragile hearts, but they needed fuel in their vehicles.

As Natalie observed the lively pedestrians and the ceaseless flow of cars in the streets of Athana, she noticed the gas station brimming with people. A slight tightness gripped her chest, but she summoned the courage to press onward with her decision already made. Once the bow was drawn, there could be no turning back.

Joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, all intertwined with emotions, define the human experience. Without these emotions. separation alone would persist, rendering the word “grief obsolete.

Positioned at the rear of the line, Frank’s attention was caught by the motorcycle ahead.

Standing with one leg on the ground, the girl patiently awaited her turn to refuel. However, the suitcases positioned behind her intrigued Frank…

Upon arrival at Evergreen Gardens, Natalie parked her car beside the greenbelt adjacent to Edward’s building.

Balancing the two suitcases, Natalie entered the suite, instantly noticing two pairs of women’s slippers arranged neatly on

the shoe rack.

Pondering to herself. “It’s quite surprising. Could Sherri be the one who purchased them? But that seems unlikely; she isn’t that thoughtful. Well, I’ll wear them for now.”

Natalie settled her belongings in the guest room, where meticulously spread bedsheets awaited her.

she approached and picked up the sticky note,

her better than

to sort things out before sharing the news of the divorce papers with Sherri

first messaged Edward, expressing her

that this Athana house, which was nestled

rs per month.

replied joyfully, saying, “That’s

for Sherri. Attached to the picture, she wrote, “Sherri, I’m

free!”

goodness, Natalie, you’ve already settled into Edward’s apartment! I’m joining you soon! Wait for me. I’ll grab some barbecue.

the words faded, leaving

Sherri was always impulsive and unpredictable. On the other hand,

awaited the whole story.

moment she thought of it, she forwarded the photo to Hackett along with a voice message. She said, “Tell Mr. Wilson that it’s Natalie who no longer wants him,

who dared to bully her best friend was not even worth a second thought. That

the message, Hackett jumped up from his seat. He had been sitting next

ways to keep him socially engaged. Whenever Hackett had free time, she would take him to socialize with women,

the circle. He had

She had a clear objective: to pressure him into

and glared at him, saying. “What’s with all

an urgent matter to

sure to

it,” he replied

stepped outside, and instead of calling Trevon directly, he dialed Frank’s number. “Hey, where are you?” he asked.

responded coolly. Where do you

Club in your portfolio. Why are you always holed up there?”

tell me what

around and spoke hushedly. “Tve got some explosive news. Are you interested? 1

silence followed before a composed voice came from the other end, “Did Mr. Wilson

news really

Frank wasted. time ending

knew something was wrong when he spotted Natalie with two large suitcases on a motorbike. Clearly, she had packed all

had indeed divorced. A simple argument wouldn’t have led to such a drastic