Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 64

Tarquin seemed to have a distaste for her that ran deeper than the Mariana Trench. One would think he’d want to steer clear of her entirely, to draw a thick line in the sand

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Yet, against all odds, he was sticking around like a burr on wool. It was as baffling as a snowstorm in July.

“You know what, he’s just bullying you. Spill the beans. Who is he, exactly? My folks will have a word or two on your behalf.”

Blossom’s parents were university professors, mentors to a legion of successful students spread across various industries, boasting an extensive network of connections. Thought them Blythe family wasn’t considered Jindale City’s cream of the crop, their reputation soared high in all circles.

Had they not been the embodiment of humility, they’d be a household name in Jindale City.

Elysia, however, shook her head. She knew better than to drag the Blythe family into a mess with the Bradfords, a family whose reputation in Jindale City was as murky as a stormy sea.

Rumors swirled that the Bradfords had more skeletons in their closet than a cemetery. Climbing to the top of the wealth ladder in this city was no cakewalk; they had their fingers in political and commercial pies alike, their reach extending into both the lawful and the underbelly of society.

And there was still the matter of a nondisclosure agreement in place; her lips were sealed. “I’ll handle the divorce on my own. If things truly hit rock bottom, then I’ll seek help from your folks.”

Blossom heaved a sigh. “Alright, but you

better promise to tell me if you’re in a bind. I

might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but my parents sure are.”

Elysia appreciated the hands–off approach; it made their friendship comfortable, never too clingy nor too distant. The silent promise stood – whenever help was needed, it was just a call away.

Gratefully, Elysia nodded.

Blossom then changed the subject, “I’ve gotta be honest, those three tykes don’t take after you much. They’re the spitting image of their deadbeat dad. Alas, if only he were a stand–up guy, you two might have had a shot…”

Elysia cut her off swiftly, “Don’t even go there. I won’t be playing house with him, ever.”

20:10

She couldn’t forget how he’d coerced her, shattering her life to pieces. Not to mention his Icy demeanor – no matter how handsome, it was as inviting as a mausoleum.

Sharing a roof with him would be akin to dining with the Grim Reaper- no, thank you!

Besides, the disdain was mutual.

Blossom let out another sigh, her eyes swimming with concern, “Do you think you might’ve blown up Cupid’s temple in a past life or something? Is that why your love life’s a carousel of jerks? That ex– husband of yours, and then the kids‘ father… sheesh.”

Elysia, though, managed a light–hearted response, “Not at all. My three little gems are the best boys anyone could ask for.”

Blossom brightened at the mention of the children. “That’s the spirit! Our boys are golden-

a sensation. You smart and handsome. Mark my words; if they went public, they’d be should try posting a video of them online, just to see.”

Again, Elysia shook her head. “No way.”

First off, she didn’t want her sons to worry about making money at such a young age. Second, what if their estranged father caught a glimpse of them if they went viral?

Their conversation continued when the ‘three musketeers‘ emerged from the house.

Elliot was the picture of a miniature executive in his tailored suit, shiny shoes, and a bow tie at his neck.

Evan sported a cool, athletic look with black joggers, a black hoodie emblazoned with a fierce dragon, and a matching cap- the epitome of a street–style prince.

And Emmett, he’d gone for the trending look with a stylish kilt, paired with a white, vintage–inspired shirt and a bow tie, looking every inch the dashing young noble.

They were the very image of grace and youthful charm.