Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

DORA’S POV

I kept telling myself: take it slow, Dora. Don’t expect miracles. Just show him who you are now.

With that stubborn thought rooting itself in my heart, I forced myself to mo

from the view of the mirror. My room felt colder than usual without electricity, but I pushed past it, heading straight for the bathroom. The moment the hot water hit my skin, a small sigh escaped my lips. Warmth trickled down my shoulders, and for a moment, I let myself close my eyes and imagine that this wasn’t a tiny apartment with peeling paint on the walls. I imagined I was somewhere better, somewhere I deserved to be.

Deep down, though, I knew this might be the last hot shower I’d get for

while until they fixed the power, if they even did. The thought added a little weight to my chest, but I tried to shake it off. I couldn’t let anything ruin today.

After washing my hair and carefully drying it, I slipped into my most decent casual outfit: a clean white blouse, a slightly faded pair of jeans, and shoes that had seen better days but were still passable. I glanced in the cracked mirror on my wall, adjusting a strand of hair, and let out a breath.

“Okay, Dora,” I whispered to myself. “Today’s going to be a good

day.”

I grabbed my small bag, slung it over my shoulder, and stepped into the living room. My parents were already awake, sitting together, looking as worn out as they always did–but they managed tired smiles when they saw me.

“I’m heading out,” I told them, trying to sound cheerful.

My mother nodded, concern flickering in her eyes. “You have a long day ahead. Take care of yourself.”

“I will,” I promised. I paused at the door, looking back at them. I had given up so much so I could keep going, and it hurt to see them aging so quickly under the weight of our problems. But today, maybe things could start to change–even just a little.

Outside, the morning air felt crisp and almost hopeful. I tightened my grip on my bag and began the short walk to the café where I’d gotten my first job. My thoughts kept drifting back to Adrian. How would he react if he saw me today? Would he turn away in anger? Or would he let me explain? I couldn’t know–but I had to try.

I reached the café’s glass door, paused to take a calming breath, then pushed it open. Inside, the smell of coffee and pastries wrapped around me instantly, warm and inviting despite the nerves bubbling in my

omach.

A woman turned toward me the moment I stepped inside. She was heavyset, probably in her mid–thirties, with her hair pulled back tightly and eyes that were sharper than they first appeared.

“You must be Isadora, right?” she asked, her voice carrying the no–nonsense tone of someone who didn’t waste time.

I nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

There was no room for hesitation. I slipped the apron over my head and tied it behind me, straightening it out as best I could. Then I followed her a. walked briskly toward the back of the café.

She pointed around, speaking quickly. “You’ll be working here at the front as a sales girl. That means greeting customers, ringing up their orders, making sure the display stays full and clean, and handling any questions. Keep your eyes open, be polite, and don’t let anyone steal anything. Got it?”

She gave me a curt nod, then glanced me over. “You’re presentable enough. Just keep your smile on; customers like that.

As she walked away, I looked around the café properly for the first time: It was small but cozy, with a few round tables by the window and a counter displaying pastries and sandwiches. A fresh batch of croissants had just come out, their buttery smell almost making me forget my nerves

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Chapter 189

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