Chapter 63

She never would have guessed that a member of the prestigious Bradford family could be so utterly duplicitous.

He had agreed on a divorce, and yet, here he was, not going through with it.

After queuing for over two hours at the city hall, Elysia was fuming to learn that Tarquin had once again changed his mind about the divorce.

She was so angry she could have strangled him right then and there!

To back out, to break one’s word, he was worse than an animal…

Despite everything, Elysia had held a certain respect for Tarquin, but today, she couldn’t help but curse him up and down in her mind.

It took ages for her to calm down, her breaths heavy with rage as she stormed out of the city hall.

If it weren’t for Blossom and the triplets waiting for her at home, she would have marched straight to the Bradford Group’s headquarters or the Bradford family estate to confront them!

What kind of game was this, agreeing to a divorce and then refusing to follow through? It was outright bullying!

Taking a cab back home, Elysia felt another pang of distress when paying the fare. These last few days, she’d spent over a hundred just on taxi rides, and all for nothing–the divorce was still up in the air.

However, her sorrowful mood was quickly dispelled by the laughter echoing from inside her house.

Blossom was playing with the kids, “Now tell me, isn’t your godmother just gorgeous?”

The triplets chimed in unison, “Gorgeous!”

“And am I not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Super cute!”

“Do I not remind you of a fairy?”

“You’re a fairy!”

The peals of Blossom’s laughter threatened to lift the roof off the house.

Even Elysia couldn’t help but crack a smile, pushing the door open to join them.

The triplets spotted her and scrambled up from the floor, charging at her like little tiger cubs, shouting in chorus.

20.09 “Mommyl “Mommyl “Mommyl Elysia echoed their calls, doling out kisses, one for each, perfectly fair and loving.

Blossom was beside herself with excitement, “The triplets are just too adorable and so handsome, too–

I can’t get enough!”

Elysia chuckled, “Well, why don’t you have a few of your own?”

“No way, childbirth is painful and scary, plus I’m all about good looks. What if they don’t turn out as cute? It’s not like I can just put them back!”

Elysia teased her, “Your folks have only you for a daughter, and they’re eager for grandkids. You’ll have to have a baby sooner or later.”

“Not happening. No matter what you say, I’m their godmother now. When my parents get back, I’m taking the triplets to meet them and telling them, ‘Look at my three handsome sons!”

Elysia smiled helplessly and asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“It’s all set–Jinpeach Restaurant, my treat.”

“That place? Isn’t it expensive?”

“A place any less wouldn’t do justice to my precious boys‘ good looks. I’ve already reserved a private room, so no dilly–dallying. Get ready to go.”

Though Elysia was concerned about the cost, she didn’t want to dampen everyone’s spirits. She capitulated and told the triplets, “Go get changed; we’re going out for a feast with your godmother.”

“Yay, feast time!”

The triplets were ecstatic.

Once the kids were out of earshot, Blossom leaned in, “Congrats on ditching the deadbeat. Show me the divorce papers!”

Elysia’s face fell, “Didn’t go through.”

“What?”

“Shh, the kids don’t know about the divorce.”

Anxious, Blossom lowered her voice, “What happened? I thought you were finalizing it this afternoon.

Why didn’t it go through?”

“He stood me up.”

Blossom anorted. “What’s his deal, anyway? He clearly doesn’t like you, yet he won’t let 1. go. Don’t tell me he’s doing this to get back at you? If that’s the case, it’s downright twisted.”

Elysia was just as baffied as to why Tarquin refused to grant her a divorce.