Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

Cyanide Lane, Yasmine walked under the shade of the trees. There was a villa here that used to be her home with her parents, but after their passing, she never came back. The house felt empty with no one to greet her. Standing alone in the deserted villa mule her feel suffocated. As soon as she pushed open the door, a loud creak echoed, and the door, covered in dust from years of neglect, swung open. The thick dust swirled up like fog, making Yasmine rough violently. In that mistant, light poured in, revealing a living room engulfed in a dense, durity haze. Beuder the blanket of dust, there were the pervasive odors of dump and mold

The heavy beige curtains held faint memories of her mother. Yasmine had rushed into her mother's arms countless times after school, and later into her father's embrace when he returned from work. But now, all of that had vanished, leaving her alone. If her father were still around the might have been able to seek solace with him when Xavier wanted a divorce But she was left without that support.

She walked into the storage room where her old things were kept. In her childhood room, heavy hooks still sat on the bookshelf by the window She picked up one randomly-it was The Little Prince. She remembered pestering her mother to read it to her several days in a row, it had been her favorite book. Flipping through the pages brought a flood of past memories, making it seem as if nothing had changed-that she was still living

those times

As she picked up another book, a photograph fell out. She bent down to retrieve it and stared at it, stunned. The picture showed her younger self. smiling brightly, alongside another girl who shared the same pure smile. She recognized her

The photo didn't have a date, and she couldn't recall any memory of it. But she was sure that this wasn't her current self. She used to be outgoing and cheerful, always smiling. She wasn't sure when she changed-was it after she fell for Xavier, or only after the divorce? Even she couldn't tell

Suddenly, she remembered what Yoselin had said during their therapy sessions. She had discussed memory confusion for a long time with Lena and Eric. It wasn't true, but what Yoselin said was real. When did she actually meet with Yoselin? Was it years ago? Yasmine stared at the photo, her fingers clenching tightly as if they could crack open her pounding head, which felt like it was being gnawed by countless ants. She reached for her phone and called Yoselin, "Are you free now! I need to see you Inside the cafe on Cyanide Lane, Yasmine slid a photo over to Yoselin. "Take a look."

Yoselin curiously picked up the photo and stared at it, disbelief washing over her. "Yasmine, when did we take this picture

"I found this when I went back to my 1 hometown. Ever since I married Xavier, I haven't stayed there." Yasmine's expression was complicated. "So this photo is at least three years old?" Yoselin exclaimed in disbelief.

Yasmine nodded. She couldn't quite figure it out herself. If her memory was faulty, Yoselin should recall the details, at least have some reaction upon seeing this photo. But she didn't respond at all. They hadn't even known each other for a year. How would this plature be explained:

Yasmine pondered for a moment before speaking. "You mentioned some things subconsciously before. I thought you were just getting things mixed up.

Yoselin shook her head, "I have no recollection.

For the first time, Yasmine doubted herself. She even wondered if her memory was failing her, but there were no sudden blanks or gaps in her recollection, nothing she could point out as missing

Yoselin added two sugars to her coller. Seeing Yasmine's pale face, she couldn't help but ask, "Yasmine, did you really break up with my brother" Yasmine gave a bitter smile, Mr. Russell and Ms. White are probably childhood sweethearts. I wish them well. Than

s not true!" Yoselin exclaimed excitedly. "Yasmine, don't misunderstand. My brother isn't involved with Irene. He doesnt like her that way" "Theard Nathan is already discussing things with William from the White Lamily. Irene told me herself. Yasmine couldn't help but recall what Irene said that day and the scenes she witnessed at the bar entrance

Yoselin shook her head Yasmine, Grandpa never talked about Irene and my brother. He's always respected my brother's choices. The only thing I know is that Yonas hikes you"

respects his choices, why would be do something like that?" She didn't know what Yonas wanted to

Yesmior gave a self-mocking smile. "If Nathan re hizle, nor alal the want to know

After Yasimone and Yeselin were kidnapped, Yonas was having conversations with Irene. Yasmine, seeking treatment for her pain, saw Youas with

went to pick him up at the bar, all she saw was Yonas leaving with frene. These insodrots were all signs of

Irevie at the hoqital. When she

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Yoselin opened her mouth several times but didn't say anything. She found it strange. She knew her brother genuinely liked Yasmine, yet he did things that hurt Yasmine. "Yasmine, my brother really does like you." She could only repeat, as she could sense it too. Yasmine smiled lightly. There's no point in talking about this now, Yoselin, regardless of what happens between your brother and me, we're still good friends."

"Okay." Yoselin nodded firmly.

After dropping Yoselin off, Yasmine returned to Morgan's house, only to find Yonas's car parked at the entrance. Yonas was leaning on the car door smoking; as soon as he saw her, he quickly put out his cigarette, "Yasmine."

Yasmine gave him an indifferent glance but didn't respond, brushing past him as she headed upstairs. Once inside her room, she switched on the light and through the window, she could see Yonas leaning against the door of his black Cayenne, lighting another cigarette. The tiny glow of the cigarette was remarkably distinct in the dark. She held back the intense pain in her heart and pulled the curtains closed. Ever since Saint's Haven. when those harsh words were spoken, there wouldn't be any connection between them anymore. The next day at work, Carter organized a special recognition ceremony for her. After all, it was an international honor, something Aurelith University hadn't had in years. They really needed a prestigious trophy to prove their strength.

Back in the counseling room, Yasmine settled back into her seat. It felt strange, as if she hadn't been here in ages. She took a photograph out of her bag and placed it on the desk; it was the one of her and Yoselin.

She turned on the computer, planning to email Lena to ask about this situation. Most psychologists can't self-diagnose, and with the photo right in front of her, she couldn't tell if she was experiencing amnesia or just another bout of confusion While she was dealing with the backlog of paperwork, Carter walked in with someone. "Yasmine, Mr. Russell would like to discuss a psychological issue," he announced, though he found it odd. Yasmine was taken aback, watching as Yonas sat down seriously. Since it w respect

was the president who brought him in, she decided to give him some