I didn't want him to be late for his date. After he was gone, I lay on my bed. Even through the window, I could hear him laughing and running through the field. I thought Clarence would go for economics and business administration, but he chose oil painting instead.Clarence had an astonishing talent for art, and everything he drew seemed alive. I praised him for his success. He would grin whenever I did. "I used to draw on the ground with charcoal pencils. Can I draw a portrait of you, madam?"I agreed. When he was done, the butler and I admired it. The butler praised Clarence's perfect skills, while I was a little confused. It almost felt like a hundred filters were used for the painting. I certainly did not look that young.The younger maids giggled and huddled around Clarence, asking for a portrait as well. Clarence hung his head low and said nothing, but he would steal glances at me.That night, I was walking in the garden when I noticed Clarence was following me. "Do you not
"I'm touched by your concern, madam. My father's legs aren't what they used to be, but he's still as lively as ever.""I want to see him." I gave him Yvonne's medical records. "Is this the same condition as Clarence's?"The doctor took the records with stark confusion on his face as he inquired, "Clarence? Who do you mean, madam?"I frowned. "My husband… ex-husband." He must be getting senile if he had forgotten about Clarence.The doctor blurted in astonishment, "But when did you get married?"I was so stunned that I snapped, "What?"The doctor answered, "I've watched over you since you were a young girl. I had no idea you got married. Who's the lucky man?"I fell silent for a long while. Memories flooded my mind. I remembered how I was born; I was held by the doctor before me, cooing. He wasn't as old as he was. The terrible parents I had were replaced by a loving couple.I remembered my life, from childhood to my prime and to my twilight years. I tried to search for him, but
Clarence got behind me and pushed the wheelchair. "Are you in this wheelchair because you're sick?"I answered honestly, "No, because I don't have long to live."A tense silence fell, and I could feel Clarence clenching on the wheelchair's handles so hard, they might break.He said hoarsely, "If that's a joke, it's not funny."It was not a joke. I could see him tensing up from the corner of my eye, but I changed the subject anyway. "Take me around."A tense Clarence pushed me to the market. A festivity was probably going on, and things were bustling. It had been years since I got around, and everything felt new to me.Suddenly, Clarence said, "I ran into you the first time at a market as well."That was odd. The first time we met was supposed to be at a bar. Wait, the manor, perhaps?Clarence smiled shyly. "I used to run a stall with Yvonne when I was eight. I needed the money. Your carriage passed by, and you pulled the curtains back. You looked at us and told the butler to bu
Clarence probably felt his heart break as his eyes turned red-rimmed. "I don't want to raise a family."I said nothing more and coaxed him into signing the papers. Then, I told him to get a checkup once every six months. After that day, I refused to see Clarence. I told the butler to take him back to the Ashington manor, where he could continue his studies.I returned to Ashington as well, but I didn't go home. My life was coming to an end, and I didn't want Clarence to see this hideous side of me. Once my business was in order, I felt… empty inside.I spent all day sitting, wondering what I should do. The butler couldn't take it anymore, and he suggested we go for a walk, or we could summon Clarence again. He said Clarence had fallen ill and demanded to see me.I refused his latter idea and asked him to take me to the beach. The east coast stretched as far as the eye could see, and its sunset was always glorious to behold."It's late, madam. Let's go home."I said quietly, "You
"Ms. Tillman? This is Greg Weeks from the police station. Is Clarence Antonio your husband?"I massaged my throbbing head. The hangover was hitting me hard. "Was. We're divorced.""At ten past one in the morning of the twelfth of June, the year 2024, your ex-husband was found dead on the east coast. His body was washed ashore. The report was made by a fisherman. Through his data, we found you. We'll need you to come to police station for investigation."I thought this was a scam call, but when I got to ATPD and saw… the giant of a corpse, my mind buzzed. 'That's Clarence?' I thought.Greg informed me, "Witnesses claim that Clarence had no safety gear on before he went into the deep zone. No signs of murder, so this might be a suicide. You're the last one he contacted before he died, Ms. Tillman. Did he behave any differently when you talked?"A younger officer, Caleb Zimmers, gave me a glass of water. I drained it all, but my throat still felt parched. I shook my head, dazed. "No.
"More suspiciously, Antonio died within three days after the proceedings were final. I will need you to explain the circumstances around your divorce and its settlement, Ms. Tillman." Caleb flipped the file to the page he wanted.When they first got their hands on the report, Caleb's colleagues suspected that Jessica Tillman might've put a spell on Clarence somehow. Clarence was a billionaire. Yet, he did not sign any prenups before the marriage. He gave everything to his ex-wife during the settlement."He must be mad," they said.I kept quiet, but I was clenching my dress tightly.Greg looked at me a little fiercely. "We'll need you to work with us here, Ms. Tillman."I was shivering, but I said loudly, "Because he cheated on me! The cheater gives the betrayed everything they have! That was the condition, and he said yes! Do you have a problem with that?"Caleb quickly went through the report. The news outlets would've had a field day with a financial entanglement of this scale.
I caught that look, and for a brief moment, I was frightened enough to quit my job right there and then. His friends chased me off, but then a husky voice asked me, "What's your name?""Jessica Tillman."The frown on Clarence's forehead smoothed over. "Decent name."I wondered what that meant as I leaned my body closer to his arm and gently introduced the liquor to him.Clarence took the liquor and evaded my body. "You work here?"'Huh, so he's an aloof type,' I thought. "Just part-time," I said."Selling liquor?""Yes."Clarence frowned again. "How much do you make a month?""It's a commission-based job."Clarence tapped the bottle. "How much do you make from selling one of these?"I raised three fingers."How many do you have left?"I was taken aback but quickly snapped out of it. "It's a bestseller, so we only have ten of these left. We do have our pride and joy, though. It costs this much." I gesticulated.Clarence didn't even blink, and he gave me a black card. "I'll
I had a soak in a bathtub that could fit probably five people in it. After my bath, I nervously waited for Clarence to summon me. Then, I fell asleep.'He didn't summon me. Did he forget me?' I wondered. He did not. He wasn't going to do it with me back then.One month went by. Clarence spent most of his time working overseas and would only come back occasionally. Every time he did, he would catch up with me and ask how I was doing. I put on a few pounds during my time living there. Just when I was going to ask my lawyer if the contract was legit, I got paid.I held my phone, counting all the zeroes in my account. I laughed so hard that the bed might actually break. I got myself a nice, cushy job. My boss didn't really micromanage me. In fact, he would only indulge me even when I made some outrageous requests like getting a jewelry set that was worth more than my yearly salary at an auction.I kept pushing the limits. When I realized Clarence wouldn't get mad no matter what I did