Clarence’s POV.
"Damon, you are joking. Aren't you?" I laughed nervously, trying not to accept those words that came out of his lips. "Do I look like I will ever joke with you?" he asked in irritation, sending shivers down my spine. "Why, Damon? It's been just three years since we got married. I had been nothing but good to you, and you have been the one who kept on hurting me, and I forgave you for everything. Why do you want a divorce?" I questioned him, trying to put the pieces together. But then I remembered Gina and my heart ached. She must be the one who instigated this. She was back, and getting Damon to divorce me was what she had always wanted. She knew that according to the principles of my family, if my marriage with Damon ended, I would lose everything including my position as the heiress and be tossed aside because none of us was allowed to fail in our marriage, in order not to taint the perfect, successful marriages of my family's history. "No, I can't accept this, Damon. I will be losing everything: my inheritance, my house, my money, and the chance to walk again. How do I pay for my surgery?" I asked him. "Do I look like I care, Clarence? If you want to walk again, you have to make that happen, or just accept your fate and forget about it. I will be generous enough to make sure you are taken care of in an old people's home," he replied. "You cannot do this to me, Damon. My family won't accept this. They would never allow you to divorce me," I said nervously with some confidence. "You think they won't accept that, right? What if we take it to court and I state my reasons?” He pointed out. “You can't perform your bedroom duties, you can't give birth to any child for me, you cannot cook for me to eat, and worse, you cannot even do my tie. Peck me goodbye and welcome home when I return from work just like other wives do,” he said and I thought it was over but he went on. “You cannot rush towards me at the sound of my car to welcome me, and I cannot even lift you up to the kitchen counter sometimes and be intimate with you,” he let out with so much anger and frustration which I could feel in his countenance. “My life is boring with you, Clarence... you should pity me enough to be the one who should have initiated this divorce a long time ago. Ain't you guilty of keeping me trapped in this? Don't you wish for my happiness? Do you want me to die without an heir? It's been three years of this hell for me, I am no longer accepting it," he declared. My eyes became filled with tears as he went on and on, reminding me of everything I wished I could do for him as my husband and that was all he had ever done in our three years together, to keep on reminding me of my weaknesses. “Damon please,” I burst into tears. "But we have a chance at all this. With my surgery, I am going to walk again and you can do all you want with me. I will carry our baby or we can go the surrogacy way. Please have a rethink, don't do this to me," I begged. "No, Clearance. I don't love you, and I won't ever do that. Don't think you can snatch the chance I have to reunite with Gina. I have made my decision and it's final. Start preparing to move out by tomorrow and prepare to sign the divorce papers immediately when I'm done showering," he said coldly, shutting the door of the bathroom. I slid under my bed sheets as a sob escaped my lips. My life was going the way I hadn't dreamed it would go in a long time, and I didn't know what to do to stop it. I wasn't begging Damon to change his mind because I was in love with him; it was because I was trying to save my inheritance, the one my mother had worked hard to build alongside my father until the day she passed away. It had been the reason I agreed to marry Damon and had remained in the marriage, bearing everything he threw at me. If I ever thought of opting out, Gina would take over, and that's what I was seeing happening now – what I had been careful enough to endure anything for, so it wouldn't happen. "Oh my God! What am I going to do now?" I sighed in desperation. My father passed away last year, and my stepmother, who wanted my place for her daughter, wouldn't even listen to me. I thought about calling Damon's parents, who were the only ones who could talk him out of his decision, but then I remembered they never liked me. They had seen me as an obstacle to their son's life and couldn't imagine a man of capability like himself agreeing to settle for me, but it had been business, and that's why they were forced to accept. "You have to do something, Clearance. This cannot happen. You will be disowned and pushed out of your father's house. Mom made sure she made you swear to her that you won't allow anyone to take what she had worked and dedicated all her life to, why would you watch them want to snatch it away?" I said to myself. I remembered my mom had asked me to meet her lawyer when any emergency occurred, and he would have the solution to whatever my problem would be. This made me sigh in relief. I knew I had to do something fast; I had to leave before Damon was done. I dragged off the bed sheets I had used to cover myself and searched around for my phone. When I found it, I contacted my mother's lawyer. "Let's hold a meeting in an hour," I said to him and ended the call. Then I took a deep breath and pressed the alert button beside the bed to notify a maid to come into my room. After a few seconds, a maid came inside and stopped when she got to the foot of the bed. "Help me get dressed, I have to leave right now," I said to her, and she obediently nodded and headed to the wardrobe to bring me a dress. She helped me fit into it and helped me into my wheelchair. I asked her to take me down after calling my driver. Just as we had gotten to the door to leave, Damon emerged from the bathroom wearing only his pants and grabbed the maid. He pushed her out of the room and shut the door. "Not so fast, Clearance," he snickered. He dragged me recklessly from the door to the balcony of our master's bedroom and pressed a button which lowered the balcony guide into the floor, exposing me. I was almost hanging in the open. He used his left hand to tightly hold onto my wheelchair, making sure one of its wheels was hanging out of the balcony, while he presented the divorce papers he retrieved from his pocket to me with his other hand. We were on the fifth floor, and I was already shaking. In my wildest imagination, I never expected that Damon would go about hanging my life in a thread like this just to have me agree to divorce him. He chuckled as his eyes glittered with amusement, enjoying how I was sweating profusely in fear. "I suspected that you're going to call your mother's lawyer, but you know I'm smart enough not to let that happen. I will make sure you sign these divorce papers and you won't leave this marriage with even a dime.” “So the option you have left right now is to sign the divorce papers or join your parents on the other side?Clarence’s POV. The voice of the flight attendant faded into my ears as I blurted out everything happening in the background. The memory of what Damon did just to force me to accept the divorce still haunted me. I had never imagined that Damon could be that evil. How could he treat me like I wasn't a human? He was ready to end my life if I didn't accept to sign the divorce so I would be out of his way. After I had agreed to sign the divorce papers, which I did in his presence, I felt goosebumps fill my skin on realizing I had lived three years of my life with a man who can comfortably kill me without remorse. That evening, while I prepared to move out the next day, Gina showed up looking stunning. It was the first time I had seen her since our eyes met at the launch, and she was grinning from ear to ear, commanding the domestic staff to do her bidding. She even had the guts to tell me boldly to my face that, "Whatever is hers, come to her no matter how long it takes." But
Clarence’s POV. I didn’t realize how tense I was until the other doctor tapped lightly on the table, pulling me back to the present. For a second, I thought I was imagining things. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. But when he stepped further into the room, his gaze settling on me, I knew it was real. I stared at him, too stunned to speak. He looked the same, yet different—just older and sharper now. The boy I once knew had been replaced by a man whose presence effortlessly filled the room. His features were calm and completely unreadable—but there was something in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite place. “Are you okay, Ms. Clarence?” the younger doctor asked. I nodded rapidly, forcing myself to pull it together. “This is Dr. Julian Blackwood. He’ll be in charge of your surgery,” he introduced. “I’ll leave you both to talk.” He turned to go. I wanted to reach out, to stop him, to ask him not to leave me alone in this room. But whatever this was, I had
Clarence’s POV. A numb sort of disbelief settled over me as I whispered again. “No. That can’t be right.” “Mrs. Ferdinand—” “No.” I shook my head, cutting Julian off before he could speak. “There has to be a way. There has to be something else you can do,” I insisted, refusing to accept his words. “Please…something can be done right?” My voice wavered, and I felt the sting of tears threatening to fall. Julian didn’t respond right away. Instead, he turned around silently and took a seat. He let out a heavy sigh before he cleared his throat. “The nerve damage is severe. It would take a miracle after years of taking the wrong medication to make your legs work again,” he said calmly. His words hit me like a slap. My hands gripped the arms of my wheelchair, my breath turning shallow as Damon’s face flashed through my mind. He was the one who got me those medications. He was the one I trusted. And now, because of him—because of his choices—I was being told my surgery mi
Julian’s POV. The moment I stepped into my office, I shut the door harder than necessary. My jaw tightened as I dropped my clipboard onto the desk and ran a frustrated hand through my hair. Clarence’s words echoed in my mind, unsettling me in a way, I didn’t want to admit. "I trusted my husband. He won’t harm me." Who did that? Who blindly swallowed whatever was handed to them without a second thought? It was reckless. Stupid. Clarence wasn’t someone who acted carelessly, like a sheep being led to slaughter. She was cautious, she had a voice, and she would never indulge in something that wasn’t verified. And yet, despite my frustration, I couldn’t understand what had made her blindly trust her husband enough to take a substance she knew nothing about. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and yet I couldn’t calm my temper. But it wasn’t because she used to be the most important person in my life—those days were long gone. No, it was because I was a doctor,
Damon’s POV. I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly against the divorce papers spread across my desk. My name was neatly scrawled at the bottom, but it was her signature that held my attention. “Pathetic.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. This was years in the making. Every step, every carefully placed move had led to this moment. She had been nothing more than a pawn, and now, she was finally out of my way. I picked up the papers, tracing a finger over the ink, as if I could feel the weight of my victory pressing against my skin. But this wasn’t just about a divorce. This was about power. And now, everything she once had—her inheritance, her assets, her name—belonged to me. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, exhaling slowly. The door swung open, and my secretary stepped inside with her usual composed expression. “Mr. Brian is here to see you, sir.” I nodded. “Send him in.” A moment later, Brian walked in, his usual unflap
Gina’s POV. I had barely settled in after Damon popped the question when my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at the screen, and the name flashing back at me sent my pulse racing. “Richard.” A wave of anxiety crashed over me. Why now? He didn’t have to call—not here, not with Damon sitting right beside me. I quickly declined, pressing my lips together as I set my phone down. Forcing a smile, I tried to focus on Damon and the expensive champagne he was pouring into my glass. On the fact that I had just secured everything I ever wanted. But barely a minute passed before my phone vibrated again. “Who’s calling you like that?” Damon asked, his eyes settling on me as he tried to peek at my phone. A jolt of panic ran through me, but I kept my face calm, forcing a casual laugh. “No one important,” I said lightly, silencing the call again. Before I could take a breath, it rang for the third time. My mother, who had been quietly watching, leaned in. “Answer it. No one keeps
Clarence’s POV. My body wouldn’t stop trembling the entire drive back to the hotel. Julian’s words refused to leave my mind. "You would have suffered a stroke due to the medication." "Was Damon poisoning me?" The thought alone sent a cold shiver down my spine. It sounded absurd—impossible even—but at the same time, it wasn’t something I could ignore. Damon was a lot of things, but to go as far as poisoning me? To deliberately harm me like that? No, there had to be another explanation. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, doubt gnawed at me, wrapping tightly around my chest. I couldn’t shake it off. I needed answers—I needed to hear the truth from Damon himself. I had to confront him, just as Julian said. By the time I reached my hotel, my mind was already made up. I asked my assistant to pack my belongings into a suitcase, I booked the next available flight, and we left for London. * The moment I landed, I hailed a cab and gave the driver the addres
Damon’s POV. The evening was going exactly as planned. The restaurant was perfect—low lighting, soft music, and an atmosphere that made business deals flow effortlessly. I leaned back in my chair, listening as Clara spoke to the investors, her voice smooth and confident. She had a way of making people feel like they were on the brink of something big as if they’d regret it forever if they didn’t take the opportunity she was offering. That was why I was eager to make her my mother-in-law. With her, there was nothing I couldn't achieve. The investors nodded along, asking the occasional question, clearly intrigued by her proposal. Restarting the biggest clothing company Clarence’s mother once owned—now under our name—was the final step in taking everything that had once belonged to Clarence. It had been a long time coming, and now that we had full control, nothing could stop us. Then my phone buzzed. I ignored it at first, keeping my focus on the conversation, but when it vibrat
Julian’s POV.I didn’t have the luxury to sit and pick apart Kristina’s words—not now. As much as they lingered in my head, like a faint ringing I couldn’t quite locate, I had to push them aside. There were more important things at hand. I got into my car and continued heading straight to Paul’s place.Paul had been the one helping me trace the email—one thread in this whole mess that I could still tug on. When I arrived, he didn’t waste time. He clicked open a file on his laptop and turned the screen toward me.“There,” he said simply. “That’s the couple.”My heart stilled a little. I recognized them immediately—the same people who had harassed Clarence at the grocery store that day. Their faces were as clear as daylight now, no more guesswork, no more vague suspicions. I stared at the footage longer than necessary, absorbing every expression on their faces, every movement they made.“They’re not in the country,” Paul added, leaning back slightly. “They left a few days ago. But I ca
Julian’s POV.I’d been awake all night not because I was busy, but because I couldn’t stop thinking. I kept refreshing my mail every ten minutes, hoping something would change. Hoping the guy I’d sent the request to would finally say, “We found it. We got it back.” But that wasn’t what I heard.“It’s not that easy,” he’d said on the phone earlier. “The main source buried it completely. They made it disappear like it never existed.”I didn’t reply. I just ended the call and sat there. I didn’t have the strength to argue. I didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t move from the couch. My head had been pounding for hours, and even though it was already morning, nothing felt different. It felt like time was just dragging me through the day.Clarence called earlier. She tried to act calm, but I could hear it in her voice—she was worried. And she didn’t want me to know how much.She said she could try to handle it but I told her not to worry. I would take care of everything.I opened my phone aga
Kristina’s POV.I couldn’t sit still after I watched Julian leave and headed back to my ward to take some rest. The hospital room felt smaller with every passing second, the walls pressing in on me like they were trying to suffocate me. Julian was gone—he had left so suddenly after receiving a call without stating why he was leaving and I had no idea where he had gone. But something in my gut twisted, telling me he had run off to Clarence.I clenched my hands on my lap, my mind racing. He had been distant lately—more than distant and very cold even before we traveled back. And not in the usual way Julian could be when he was buried in work or annoyed. This time, it felt deliberate like he was tired of me for real this time and was ready to shut me out.I pushed the blanket off and stood up, wobbling a little before regaining balance. I didn’t care what the doctors said. I wasn’t going to sit in this hospital room like some helpless child while my head was full of thoughts of Clarence
Clarence’s POV.The next morning came quietly leaving me unsure, I hadn’t heard a word from Julian, not even a text after he helped me home yesterday and asked me to rest.The scandal was still online and everywhere, headlines still displaying everything in bold fonts, and faceless comments dragging my name like it was something dirty.I sat on my bed, my legs crossed beneath me, refreshing my screen every ten minutes like something new would pop up. Like maybe it would all disappear if I just stared at it long enough.I eventually gave up and called Julian when I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he was probably busy, but I couldn’t keep sitting around doing anything while the whole internet was talking about the company like it was some sinking ship. His voice came through immediately after he picked up the phone, it was very calm and steady like there wasn’t something to worry about. “Julian,” I said, “what’s going on? It’s still everywhere online. Don’t you think I should do som
Julian’s POV.I was already on my way back to London when the weight of the past few hours pressed over me, filling my mind. I’d just finished confirming to both my parents and Kristina’s parents we were back as couples and I would push on with the marriage.They were convinced, and I could tell they were pleased with the news. My life, at least at that moment, seemed to be on a predictable path. I had to choose to be back with Kristina, after all, and that should’ve been the end of it. But then the phone rang, and everything shifted. Clarence’s name flashed across the screen. If only she had called earlier before I told everyone that I was back with Kristina.I didn’t even have to think before answering. There was something in her voice already—something urgent—that made my heart skip a beat. “Julian…” she started, but the words faltered. She was trying to keep it together, but I could hear the strain in her voice. She informed me about the chaos that was going on in the company and
Gina's POV.I stared at my wristwatch, my pulse dragging along with every second that passed. Damon would be home any minute. If he walked in now, I knew what would follow—the questions, the demands, and the expectations. Tonight was his event, one of those grand things he threw just to remind the world he was still relevant. And if I was in his house when he got back, I’d have no choice but to go with him.But Richard…He had called me several times today, then sent a message saying I had to come to New York so he could introduce me to his family. A big deal, considering how secretive he usually was. For once, I felt like something more than just someone he spent time with behind closed doors. And he said it so casually like it was nothing like it was already settled that I would be there or our relationship would have to come to an end.I was stuck.My heart beat faster as I paced the room. The weight of the two men pressed down on my chest. It wasn’t even about love—I wasn’t naive
Gina’s POV.The loud beeping of my phone startled me awake, making me jolt upright in the chair. My neck ached from the awkward position I’d slept in, and my eyes were dry and heavy.I reached for my phone, still ringing in my hand, and saw Richard’s name on the screen. I blinked at it for a second, confused. When did he start calling? I glanced at the call log and realized there had been several missed calls—all from him. I checked my settings. The calls were being silenced. That explained everything. Still, it didn’t make sense. I hadn’t remembered silencing any calls. I turned slightly and looked at Mark, who was awake and lying there, reading a book.“You saw my phone was ringing and didn’t say anything?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm but feeling irritation crept in.He turned his head slowly, looking at me like I’d just asked something ridiculous. “It didn’t seem important. I turned it off.”I stared at him, disbelief spreading across my face. “It was Richard calling me.
Clarence’s POV.The flight back to London felt never-ending. I sat by the window, staring out at the clouds, but my mind wasn’t there. It kept going back to Julian. Not just the way he looked pale, withdrawn, and distracted but the way he’d kept everything to himself. He hadn’t told me what had happened. He didn’t speak much while he dropped me at my destination. I had asked him if everything was okay, but he had refused to say anything to me.He had tried to act fine but he didn’t look fine to me at all. I wanted to believe he was in control of everything he was going through, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply off. Maybe he was angry with me. Maybe he regretted getting involved in all this again. Or maybe—and this thought stung more than I wanted to admit—maybe he just didn’t want to share anything with me anymore. After all, we weren’t really anything now. He had a fiancée. A life. And I was just a lingering ex. When we arrived, I didn’t even go home.
Julian’s POV. “Julian, please,” she said, her voice softer than usual, as if lowering her tone would fix anything. She rushed to hug me from behind, stopping me in my tracks. “I will apologize as you want and take responsibility but I can't go alone.” “Please go with me. I need you to come.” I didn’t answer right away. I already knew what this was about. She wanted me to accompany her to the boy’s ward—the one she hit with her car. “I wasn’t with you when it happened,” I said. My voice came out flat. I wasn’t angry, not in the usual sense, just tired. The kind of tiredness that had nothing to do with sleep. “You should go alone.” Her fingers tightened around my hand. “I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t know what they’ll say to me. I just… I don’t want to face them alone.” I looked at her for a moment, trying to read past the makeup and the tears she was trying to hold back. Kristina was always good at crying when it counted. She knew when to play weak and when to act li