Out of Ashes Into His Heart novel Chapter 20

Tom's patience finally ran out. "Alright. Enough! Get lost!"

Once their retreating footsteps faded, I stepped back, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. I wished I could disappear into the ground.

As of now, I hadn't divorced Gavin yet. I was still his legal wife. It was Mandy, the mistress, who should be the one hiding.

Although I detested seeing that pair of shameless lovers, my instinctive reaction to hide just now was absolutely ridiculous.

"Tom, I'm sorry." I hastily apologized, my face red with shame. "I didn't mean to. I just didn't want to see them and hid without thinking..."

"It's fine." He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a trace of meaning. "We'll let them off the hook this time. Next time, you can slap them again."

I froze momentarily, only to realize he was referring to when I slapped Gavin thrice.

"Tomorrow, I'll arrange for a lawyer to handle your divorce. He'll take care of everything."

"Thank you, Tom."

"Come on. I'll take you home."

...

The next morning, my phone suddenly rang as I was having breakfast.

"Hello, this is—"

"Good morning, Ms. Summers. I'm Quinton Cook, the lawyer Mr. White arranged for you."

"Hello, Mr. Cook."

I couldn't help but marvel at Tom's efficiency.

After a brief conversation, Quinton clearly understood the situation and outlined the divorce terms. He assured me he would handle everything, and I wouldn't need to worry.

After hanging up, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

This Quinton was quite famous—nicknamed "Fuvine's Sure-Win Attorney."

It was said there wasn't a case he couldn't win.

For a divorce, this was practically child's play.

The heavy burden in my heart lifted, and my mood improved.

Now that the biggest obstacle to my divorce from Gavin had been resolved, it was only a matter of time before we separated, whether it happened sooner or later.

Soon, the "Mrs. Gould" title would no longer be attached to me, and I could finally focus on doing what I loved.

I majored in broadcasting and hosting during university, but my true passion was voice acting.

Unfortunately, Gavin had always considered voice acting unrespectable and refused to let me pursue it. After marrying him, I reluctantly gave it up.

Now, it was time to pick it up again.

I recorded a voice demo that morning and sent it to several companies looking for voice actors.

But after two years away from the field, I worried my skills had regressed and wouldn't meet today's industry standards.

While anxiously waiting for a response, my phone unexpectedly rang again. This time, the call was from Gavin.

Frowning at the caller ID, I hesitated before answering. Though I had no desire to talk to him, I assumed the call might be about the divorce. "Hello?"

"Grace, come home right now! My mom's sick..."

I hadn't expected him to avoid the topic of divorce entirely.

But when I heard what he said, I couldn't help but frown. "What's wrong with her?"

I thought this might be a ploy to lure me back. The last time I saw her, she seemed perfectly fine.

"The doctor said she's been overthinking, and it's been too much for her heart. She's probably been worrying about you..."

My chest tightened when I heard this. Amelia had always been genuinely kind to me, treating me like her own daughter.