Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Everyone knew Christine's affection for Caleb was unmatched. If he got into trouble again because Donna

refused to apologize, Christine wouldn't forgive her. As everyone's eyes zeroed in on Donna, Claire stepped up

and pressed her shoulders down. "Donna," she said sternly, "are you looking for trouble?"

Donna felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Slowly, she knelt down, tears spilling from her eyes. "I'm sorry,"

she whispered, kneeling before Yasmine, the person she loathed the most.

Yasmine gave her a chilly glance and stayed silent. Yoselin snickered, "Who are you apologizing to, the

mosquitoes?"

Feeling helpless, Donna pinched her own thigh hard. "I'm sorry, Yasmine. | shouldn't have wronged you like that."

Tears welled up in Claire's eyes too. "Isn't that enough?" she asked, her voice tinged with emotion.

"And make sure | never see you again," Yasmine declared firmly.

Donna nodded vigorously. "I... | promise you'll never seeagain."

"Just remember what you said," Yasmine reminded, gesturing for them to leave.

Claire gently lifted her daughter, wiping away her tears. "Let's go Donna," she said, seething with hatred for the

Sanchez family, particularly Yasmine.

With Claire's support, Donna left the Sanchez residence, her mind engraved with the memory of kneeling. Even

in the car, she seethed, "Mom, I'll never forget how humiliated we were, trampled like that. | won't let her off the

hook." Claire gripped her daughter's hand, whispering reassurance, "lI won't let her off either, Donna."

At the Sanchez house, Aunt Ivette beamed at Yoselin. "You must be Ms. Yoselin Russell, right? You should visit us

often." She

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mused to herself, Such an attractive girl, and from the Russell family. If only she could be with Morgan... Feeling

a bit uneasy under her gaze, Yoselin edged closer to Yasmine. "Sister Yasmine," she murmured. "Aunt Ivette,

Yoselin will," Yasmine assured, gently squeezing Yoselin's hand.

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Uncle Jared picked up on Yonas's unease and, taking Aunt Ivette's hand, they started to leave. "Yasmine, we're

heading back," he said, and both Aunt Ivette and Uncle Jared departed.

Morgan gave a warning, his voice cold, "Yasmine, Donna won't behave herself, be careful."

"I will, Morgan. Are you heading to the office?" Yasmine inquired.

"The office needs all hands on deck right now. I'll be hlater, Morgan replied before leaving.

Once everyone else had left, just Yoselin and Yasmine remained in the house. Bursting with excitement, Yoselin

hugged Yasmine tightly. "Yasmine, I've missed you so much! I've wanted to visit for ages, but Grandpa wouldn't

letout. | finally got the chance this time." "Did you sneak out?" Yasmine asked, handing her a coconut

custard from the fridge.

With a proud smile, Yoselin exclaimed, "Not this time. | made a deal with a therapist this time."

"A deal?" Yasmine raised an eyebrow.

Yoselin nodded affirmatively. "Grandpa and my brother gotloads of therapists, but | refused to cooperate

with any of them. I just didn't want to. But this one was different. We worked out a deal-l agreed to his treatment

if he promised to getout."

Yasmine gave Yoselin a comforting look. "Still having nightmares lately?" she asked gently.

"Yasmine, when you're not here, | feel really anxious. Even at home, my heart just won't stop racing, and | end

up shutting myself in, avoiding everyone. But when you're around, | feel calm and can actually talk." Yoselin said,

taking a bite of her coconut custard.

Yasmine had always been aware of how much Yoselin depended on her. Initially, she saw this reliance as crucial

for treating Yoselin's psychological issues. But now, she was questioning whether this dependency was actually

beneficial. She wondered 'After her emotional wounds heal, could her dependence onbecnew problem?’

"Yoselin, are you happy these days?" Yasmine asked, looking at her attentively.

"Yeah, | guess I'm happy." Yoselin mumbled, her enthusiasm fading. Putting aside her coconut custard, she

confessed, "Honestly, not really, Yasmine. Every night, | have to lock all the windows and doors before | sleep.

Nightmares haunt me, leavingwith this intense urge to cry and even harm myself."

Yasmine's expression hardened as she tugged up Yoselin's sleeves. Her arms were a tapestry of scars-deep

wounds from her own nails, shealed into scars, while others were still red and fresh.

Yasmine's heart skipped a beat, noticing the wounds were completely unattended. With a determined

expression, she picked up the medical kit and silently began treating Yoselin's injuries. Feeling Yasmine's anger,

Yoselin apologized, "I'm sorry, | just can't help myself."

Yasmine's hand trembled slightly as she becmore cautious, asking, "Didn't those therapists do any good?"

Yoselin shook her head, saying, "I get scared just seeing them." Every time, she would purposely act resistant

but was secretly afraid.

"Does Yonas know about this? What about your grandpa?" Yasmine asked gently, worried.

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Yasmine, Yoselin had always seemed like little sundresses, her fair and delicate skin

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cherished child, cared for since she was young. She recalled Yoselin wearing now marred with scars She

wondered if they'd ever fade.

"They don't know, and | don't want them to worry," Yoselin responded.

Yasmine was frustrated yet amused. "You know this will only make them more worried, right? When did this all

start?" She remembered Yoselin didn't have these issues before, so why was she harming herself now? Yoselin

thought for a moment. "I guess it started on the

third day after left the Sanchez residence."

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