God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 572 : Suspicious Disappearences

Nina blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic.

The mention of her recent split with her husband felt like a jolt, pulling her out of the warm, hazy bubble they'd all been floating in.

Her lips parted, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but as she met Abigaille's gaze—those wide, earnest eyes brimming with care—a soft, caring smile tugged at her own lips.

She took a slow breath, steadying herself before she spoke, her voice gentle but tinged with the weight of memory.

"Well..." Nina started, her tone thoughtful as she glanced down at her hands for a moment, then back up at Abigaille. "At first, I was genuinely shocked. One day, out of nowhere, I came home to find divorce papers on the table, his signature already scrawled across them.I just...I couldn't believe it."

"...I mean, our relationship had been bad for a long time-cold, distant, barely even there but I never thought it'd actually end. No matter how strained things got, I'd always assumed we'd just...keep going, you know? Married for years, tied together by habit if nothing else."

A faint sadness flickered in her eyes, her fingers twisting together as she recalled the moment.

"For a second, I was lost. Even if we didn't love each other anymore, it was still this huge part of my life crumbling away."

Abigaille's face softened, her lips parting as if to offer some comforting words, her hand already reaching out instinctively to bridge the gap between them.

But before she could speak, Nina's expression shifted—her verdant eyes brightened, and a sudden, radiant smile broke through the melancholy, catching Abigaille by surprise.

"But you know what?" Nina continued, her voice lifting with a newfound energy. "That moment of feeling lost—it only lasted a second. Because then it hit me: this was the best thing for both of us."

"Our marriage wasn't a bond anymore; it was a shackle, chaining us to something neither of us wanted. Signing those papers, letting it go—it was like breaking free."

Her gaze drifted to Kafka, then to Camila, and finally back to Abigaille, her smile widening as a spark of excitement danced in her eyes.

"And more than that, I realized I have a future now—one I can actually look forward to. With you all here, with Kafka, with everything we're building...I don't have any regrets."

"...So, honestly, Abi, you don't need to worry about me. I'm truly satisfied—happier than I've been in years."

Abigaille let out a quiet sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing as the tension melted from her frame when she heard her sincere words. Her worried frown dissolved into a warm, heartfelt smile, her eyes shimmering with a mix of pride and affection.

"Oh, Nina." She said, her voice soft and full of gratitude. "I'm so glad to hear that. I was so worried you might be hurting more than you let on, but seeing you like this, knowing you're truly alright...It means everything to me."

Nina chuckled, reaching out to give Abigaille's hand a gentle squeeze. "I promise, I'm good. Better than good, actually. That chapter's closed, and I'm ready for whatever comes next, especially with you all by my side."

Camila, who'd been listening quietly, leaned forward with a playful smirk, her earlier seriousness giving way to her usual teasing edge.

"Well, thank God for that." She quipped, her tone light. "Because I was not looking forward to playing therapist if you were still moping over that pathetic guy."

"...And finally you're free now, Nina—free to enjoy the mess of this little family instead." She gestured around at them all, her grin widening.

Kafka was about to say something to comfort her as well with a rather knowing look in his eyes to appear as natural as possible, that is until Camila suddenly interrupted, her voice taking on a thoughtful, suspicious tone.

"Speaking of your husband." She mused, tilting her head slightly. "Have you seen him at all since he left those divorce papers on the table?"

Nina blinked, her expression shifting into a frown.

"No, actually." She admitted, crossing her arms. "Not since then. And now that I think about it...even before I saw those papers, I hadn't seen him for almost a week. The last time I saw him was…" She paused, her gaze drifting toward Kafka, her brows knitting together.

"...It was when you met him for the first time."

Camila perked up at that, her lips pursing in curiosity. She turned her gaze to Kafka, looking for confirmation, but he merely stood there, silent.

His expression was unreadable, but if one looked closely enough—just closely enough—there was a cold glint in his eyes.

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on freёwebnoѵel.com.

A glint no one seemed to notice.

Camila leaned back, arms folding as she hummed. "You know, now that you mention it, I haven't seen my husband since that day either."

Nina turned to her, surprise flickering across her face. "Really?"

"Yep. Ever since that little...outburst I had with him when he came home while Kafka was still there, I haven't seen him once. No calls, no messages, no complaints about the house, nothing." Camila tapped a finger against her chin, as if considering something deeply. "It's like he just disappeared from the world or something."

A brief silence settled between them.

But then, Camila suddenly waved her hand dismissively. "Not that I care." She scoffed. "Honestly, I couldn't give a rat's ass what that man is doing. He could be in a ditch for all I care."

Nina chuckled at her bluntness, shaking her head.

"Still, it's a little weird, isn't it? Both of our husbands suddenly vanishing? And both of them last seen right after they met Kafka?" She smirked playfully, turning her gaze toward Kafka again, as if expecting him to laugh along with the joke. "Almost as if he had something to do with their disappearance."

For a split second, Kafka froze.

A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck.

He hadn't expected them to connect the dots so soon. His mind immediately ran through excuses, ways to spin the conversation before it went somewhere...inconvenient.

Then—

Laughter.

Loud, uncontrollable laughter from both Camila and Nina.

"Oh my God." Camila wheezed, shaking her head. "That's so ridiculous. What, you think Kafka just got rid of them? Kafka?" She shot him a teasing grin. "This is real life, not some action movie."

"Right?" Nina giggled, nudging Kafka's shoulder playfully. "What, did our little boy here beat up two full-grown men and make them disappear?" She wiped away a stray tear from laughing too hard. "Yeah, sure."

Camila let out a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms again. "I mean, the real reason they vanished is obvious." She smirked and tossed her hair. "They saw how inferior they were to Kafka, realized they'd never compare, and just ran off on their own."

"That makes way more sense!" Nina laughed, nodding in agreement. "They just knew that they couldn't match up to him, so they took the only way out!"

Kafka, still recovering from the mini heart attack he just had, let out a quiet sigh of relief. They weren't seriously suspicious. They were just joking around.

Good.

He immediately jumped on the opportunity to deflect, throwing his hands up in exaggerated exasperation.

"Exactly! Listen to yourselves. The idea that I had anything to do with it? Ridiculous." He chuckled, shaking his head. "You two are acting like little kids with overactive imaginations."

Camila and Nina exchanged knowing grins before shrugging, completely buying into their own joke.

"Maybe so." Camila conceded, smirking. "But it is kinda funny, don't you think? Two of our partners disappear, and now our Kafka is right here, taking their places like they never existed."

"Yeah." Nina giggled. "Almost like fate was just waiting for the right moment to swap them out."

"Right?...It's so bizzare isn't it?"Kafka forced a smile, nodding along.

And just as Kafka was making a mental note to himself that he should soon tie up all loose ends that came with his actions so that none of them came back to bite him later, he suddenly got a message from the gods above, that almost made him choke on air because of how atrociously absurd it was.

Ding~

[The God of Health Fiona sends a request: Milk all three of your women before you until there's an entire bucket of fresh milk and drink it all until the very last drop]

[Successfully fulfill the request and gain the Gods satisfaction and approval]

[Fail the given request and have your own chest grow so big that you suffocate underneath their weight]