Chapter 449



“We are both doing fine. We will return before the month’s end,” Jazmine Lyons replied.

“That’s fantastic! Just let me know the time, and I’ll go and pick you up at the airport,” Belinda eagerly responded.

Jazmine laughed. “Absolutely, I’ll update you.

But the real reason I called you today was to discuss your solo concert. When are you going to hold it? Mr. Baldwin has been reaching out to me repeatedly to inquire about it.”

With a sigh of resignation, Belinda said, “Jazmine, my life has been so chaotic lately. I don’t plan to do that anytime soon.”

Jazmine gently scolded, “You can’t delay it forever. Your fans on social media are practically pleading for it. It’s critical that you don’t put it off any longer. You need to plan a concert in Owathe this year—no excuses allowed.”

“All right, all right!” Belinda replied. “Let’s dive into the details once you’re back, okay?”

“That’s what I want to hear!” After a brief pause, Jazmine shifted the topic. “How are things with your father and your husband?”

Belinda slightly tightened her lips before replying, “My father and I are barely in touch these days. And as for my husband…”

She paused for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering briefly. “He is now my ex-husband.”

Silence fell on the other end of the line as Jazmine processed the unexpected revelation.

Jazmine had never imagined things would unfold this way.

After a brief pause, she spoke in a low voice. “I know the kind of person you are, Belinda.

If you’ve made this decision, it means they’ve already hurt you deeply—so much that you’re done trying to fix things.

And you know what? That’s okay.

Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life, no matter how much you want them to.

There’s no use forcing it.”

“I understand,” Belinda replied with calm resolve. “Don’t worry. I can handle this.”

“Good. Don’t let it weigh you down,” Jazmine said gently, her voice laced with concern.

The two talked for a while longer before finally ending the call.

A week passed in a blur.

Belinda’s allergic reaction had completely disappeared; the angry red bumps on her skin had faded away, leaving no trace of their presence.

All healed, she returned to work.

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