The Breaking Point of Love / The Zillionaire's Abandoned Wife Novel ( Celeste Rodriguez & Trevor Fleming) By Cloudsearcher Updated 2025 -26 - The Breaking Point of Love or The Zillionaire’s Abandoned Wife Chapter 553

The Breaking Point of Love / The Zillionaire’s Abandoned Wife — Chapter 553 

Along with Beck’s bouquet came a simple card and a small handmade flower from Shanice. Shanice had sent her gift through him.

To Celeste, Beck sending flowers was nothing more than polite courtesy. Even so, since she had received them, it was only right to thank him personally.

So she called him.

Beck had been waiting for that call—longer than he cared to admit. The moment her name flashed on his screen, he picked up instantly and spoke first.

“Got the gift? Happy birthday.”

“Yes, I did. Thank you for the flowers. And please let Shanice know that I really liked her handmade gift.”

Beck let out a quiet laugh. “I will. She actually made it and mailed it out half a month ago. Knowing you liked it will make her really happy.”

Celeste felt a warm tug in her chest. “Please tell her that when she has time to come back to Baumond, I’d love to take her out for a meal.”

“Alright, I’ll tell her.”

“Then I won’t keep you,” she said. “And… thank you again for the flowers.”

Beck, of course, didn’t want the call to end that quickly.
But—

“You’re welcome.”

After the call ended, Celeste paused briefly, then dialed Caleb’s number.

The call didn’t go through.

She figured the flowers had been arranged ahead of time and that he was still at the military base. So she sent him a short message instead—simple gratitude, paired with a gentle but unmistakable reminder of her boundaries.

Right after that, she sent Kieran a similar message.

Meanwhile, once Beck hung up, the smile that had lingered on his face slowly faded. After a long moment, he picked his phone back up and called Miles.

Miles raised an eyebrow when he saw his name.
“Well, well,” he teased, “the busy man finally remembers I exist? Do you even know how long it’s been since you last called?”

Ignoring the jab, Beck asked, “What are you doing right now?”

“What do you think? Bored out of my mind. Why? Something up?”

Beck flicked his lighter absentmindedly. After a moment, he asked, “Is Trevor still… busy these past few days?”

“Him? Don’t even get me started. He’s even busier than you. He flew out of town yesterday afternoon.”

Beck lowered his gaze. “Really? Did he say when he’d be back?”

“No clue. He doesn’t even know.” Miles let out a frustrated sigh.
“Honestly, I don’t get it. It’s the final stretch before the divorce. Why would he pick now to get so damn busy? If he misses the deadline again, the whole divorce is just going to drag out even longer.”

He wasn’t implying Trevor didn’t want the divorce—he was simply irritated on his friend’s behalf.

Beck knew that there were a few periods each year when Trevor’s schedule turned insane, leaving him almost impossible to reach. Still… not having even half an hour to spare was pushing it.

He stayed silent.

Miles sighed again. “Whatever. He’s probably more fed up with the whole situation than we are.”

“Mm.”

“How about lunch later?” Miles offered. “I’ll call Wynn too.”

At the mention of Wynn, Beck hesitated.
“Let’s wait until Trevor’s back before we do that.”

Without Trevor, a meal between the three of them just didn’t feel right.

Miles laughed. “Alright then.”