Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Feeling helpless. Natalie realized that Sherri was always impulsive and unpredictable. On the other

hand, Sherri couldn’t

contain her excitement and eagerly awaited the whole story. The gossip was just too irresistible!

The 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, not the other way around. Let him

protect that conniving woman, Mia, and let them live happily Hmph.”

Sherri remained fearless. Anyone who dared to bully her best friend was not even worth a second

thought. That scumbag. that pitiful excuse for a man.

Meanwhile, upon receiving the message, Hackett jumped up from his seat. He had been sitting next to

his mother, Joy. playing cards.

Since Hackett’s blind date with Sherri didn’t progress further, Joy, his mother, had been brainstorming

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

with women, enjoy coffee together, or play cards.

After a few days, Hackett had met almost all the mothers in the circle. He had effectively become a

member of the Women’s Association, actively participating in their gatherings and events.

Joy’s masterful tactics were driving Hackett crazy. She had a clear objective: to pressure him into

bringing a serious girlfriend home and becoming a grandparent sooner rather than later.

Joy scolded and glared at him, saying. “What’s with all the dilly-dallying? What are you doing? Act

properly!”

Hackett scratched his head and explained. “Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter to attend to. I need

to make a phone call.”

Joy turned to Hackett, adding, “Make sure to come back once you’re done.”

“Got it,” he replied

Hackett stepped outside, and instead of calling Trevon directly, he dialed Frank’s number. “Hey, where

are you?” he asked.

Frank responded coolly. Where do you think I am

Hackett playfully remarked. “You have more than just Lithern Club in your portfolio. Why are you

always holed up there?”

Frank impatiently replied. “Just tell me what you want

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

guarantee it’ll blow your mind”

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

a fight or has he already divorced?”

Hackett remained silent for a moment, feeling disappointed. He thought, “Is there anything else I can

sell? Is this news really not valuable, or is Mr. Wilson no longer marketable? The news of Mr. Wilson’s

divorce seems to have spread widely.”

Hackett didn’t utter a word, and Frank wasted. time ending the call without courtesy

Frank knew something was wrong when he spotted Natalie with two large suitcases on a motorbike.

Clearly, she had packed all her belongings, indicating her departure for good

The only plausible explanation was that they had indeed divorced. A simple argument wouldn’t have

led to such a drastic step of packing everything.

He reached for a cigarette from his desk, trembling as he lit it and took a drag. Crossing his legs and

propping them up on the desk, he called Trevon, his voice filled with curiosity

Inhaling the smoke, he exhaled a smoke ring slowly. “Did you divorce her?” he asked Trevon

Upon hearing Frank’s words. Trevon felt confused. They had been arguing and experiencing some

unpleasant moments in the past few days, but how did it escalate to divorce? Besides, they hadn’t

even reached any deadlines they might have set.

“No, I did not.” Trevon replied.

Frank chuckled in response. “Well, why don’t you head home and find out? Don’t let your wife run away

while you’re busy making money.”

Irritated, Trevon retorted, “Is Lithern Club not busy today? Mind your own business.”

“My business at Lithern Club is doing just fine. Mind your own business,” Frank retorted before abruptly

ending the call. After the call. Trevon had a realization and told Jim. “Let’s head to Adare Manor.”

“Yes, Mr. Wilson.” Jim responded.

Trevon urged Jim to speed up in the car, exclaiming, “Can’t you step on the gas? Why are you driving

so slowly?”

Jim wondered. “What’s bothering him now? Did Mrs. Wilson provoke him again?”

Calmly, Jim increased the car’s speed, maintaining his composure.

Upon reaching their destination, Trevon hastily exited the vehicle. Sensing something was amiss, Jim

turned off the engine and followed him inside.

Immediately. Jim was overwhelmed by a horrendous odor that assaulted his senses upon entering.

Gasping for fresh air, he hurriedly stepped out to catch his breath.

Undeterred by the foul smell. Trevon covered his nose and ascended the stairs. In the guest room,

everything appeared pristine and orderly. However, there was no longer any women’s clothing in the

wardrobe-only the dresses and handbags. he had purchased, left untouched and abandoned

Trevon thought to himself, “It’s confirmed. She moved out She acted swiftly, just as she promised.

She’s quite determined.”

Regaining his composure and taking a deep breath, Jim reentered the room, covering his nose. He

proceeded to open all the windows. His gaze fixated on a red notebook on the coffee table, piquing his

curiosity. He extended his hand and opened it.

Jim’s mind raced as he discovered it was a divorce certificate-Mr. and Mrs. Wilson’s divorce certificate.

His thoughts. spiraled, rendering him speechless.

Recalling that Trevon hadn’t visited City Hall in the evening. Jim wondered, “How did they get divorced

at that time? Could it be some illusion or cloning technique? Since Mrs. Wilson mentioned the

significance of ordering numbers. I’ve delved into their profound meanings. Translated, 7:48 could

mean dying of anger Was it deliberately chosen to infuriate Mr. Wilson?”

Nervously. Jim mustered the courage to address the furious Trevon, “Um, Mr. Wilson, it seems… this is

your divorce certificate. The last three words trembled on his lips.

Trevon received the book with a fierce grip, his facial expression darkening, revealing his immense

displeasure.

Holding the red book tightly. Trevon commanded. “To the Wilson’s residence.”