Clarence’s POV.
"Hello! Mrs. Ferdinand. Hello." I heard Dr. Mike said, which brought me back to my senses, and I picked up the phone to continue our conversation. "Is everything okay? You had immediately gone silent after I confirmed that Dr. Julian would be handling your case. Is everything okay? Don't you want him?" he asked, and I swallowed. "Yes, I don't. Is there no other doctor that can handle my surgery?" I asked hesitantly, unsure of how I would face the only man who had loved me dearly. "Sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Ferdinand. There isn't.” He replied almost immediately. “It took a tough time getting to even access his schedule and beg for you to be fixed into it. He is a very busy man whose five-year schedule has all been already fixed.” “His agreement with going out of his way to squeeze you in was something unexpected and should be a blessing; you should be grateful," Dr. Mike let out, and my worry could only intensify. If only he understood what was going on in my mind and how much anxiety his supposed good news had raised in me. "Does he know I am the one? Have you sent him my file?" I asked weirdly. "Yeah, I have. His secretary emailed me yesterday that they have started reviewing your file. Is there a problem? Do you have any grudge against him?" Dr. Mike asked me, I could feel the suspicion in his voice. "No, no. I don't," I quickly interjected, trying to wave away whatever he was thinking. "You should be happy you will walk again, Mrs. Ferdinand. It's such a huge opportunity for you to be handled by Dr. Julian, who is the most capable doctor in the world right now. People pay millions of dollars to be able to enter his schedule, and he accepted you for free," Dr. Mike told me. "What? For free?" I almost yelled, causing Dr. Mike to flinch. Oh my God, that means he knows I am the one, I panicked. "Mrs. Ferdinand, is everything okay?" Dr. Mike asked curiously. "I don't know why you are reacting this way, but I hope you won't turn this chance life has given you down. I will email a consent form for your husband to sign, so by next week, you will fly to New York to start the process involved for you to carry out your surgery," Dr. Mike informed. "Will Dr. Julian be the one to be in charge of my case till the day of the surgery?" I was compelled to ask. "Oh! That's what I don't know, Mrs. Ferdinand, but I'm sure he will be very busy doing that, so you should be likely to be assigned to a different doctor under his wing till the day he will carry out the surgery," Dr. Mike explained, which made me sigh a bit in relief. "I have to go now and will contact you when I can again, but I will be emailing you everything you will need. Have a nice day," Dr. Mike said as he hung up. I held my head in my arms, wondering why this was happening. The thought of reuniting with Julian haunted me, and I didn't know how I would face him, knowing fully well I was the one who hurt him in the past. He had given me everything he could and even wanted to do anything for me, but I shattered his heart coldly, just so I could please my family, who was against our union. They had wanted me to marry a rich man, not a struggling man like Julian. I was their heiress, so they couldn't imagine me settling for less. If only they had heard of the success he had achieved over these recent years, they would wish to turn back the hands of time. I swallowed anxiously, wondering what I would do when the door opened to reveal Damon walking into the room. He was looking disheveled, and seeing him brought back the memories of yesterday, causing my heart to constrict in pain and my breath to quicken. "You slept out, Damon. You didn't bother to come back home; you've never done this," I said to him, pretending like I hadn't seen what transpired between him and Gina yesterday. He turned to look at me, and I saw a look of satisfaction and happiness that I hadn't seen in his eyes all these years, causing him to grin. "That was because I had no one's arms to run into then, but now that there was finally someone I had been craving all these years. Expect to see more nights like this," he said coldly, turning his head into the bathroom. "Why, Damon? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? She's my sister... Do you think people will support you when they learn of this?" I asked him, which stopped him in his tracks. He swirled to look in my direction. "People won't know unless we make them know, and you won't do that, will you?" His eyes held an underlying warning as he gazed at me, and I swallowed hard in fear. "Well, I believe you will get tired of her, and come back to your senses," I spat, trying to comfort myself. "Oh, is that what you think, Clarence?" He laughed. "Well, to disappoint you, I won't. Remember, she had always been the one I loved, and you only stole her place in my life to trap me in this miserable marriage of ours," Damon replied, causing me further pain. "In fact, suit yourself, Damon. That's always what you have done. But I want to inform you that I have finally reached Doctor Mike, and my test results are out," I said. I saw him stop just as he had grabbed the bathroom handle. "Whatever Clarence, do I look like I want to know,” he almost barked in annoyance. "I know you don't care but as my guidance, I want you to sign the consent form for me," I said before he disappeared into the bathroom. “What? Who told you that I am going to be doing that," he spoke, turning his eyes back at me. "Why won’t you?" I asked, surprised at his words. "Because I want a divorce," he announced.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 t
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
CHAPTER 69 Julian’s POV. I was completely shocked and still reeling from the shock of the slap that had just landed on my face. Kristina’s father, Mr. Herdson stood before me without any form of remorse for what he had just done. “It’s all because you were never there when she went to find you!” he roared. “You were unreachable, and that’s why my daughter got so crazy. She turned to drink, and before she knew it, she hit someone. It was your fault,” he accused. Every word hit me like a wave. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as his anger mixed with a sort of twisted disappointment. I tried to steady my breathing, struggling to form a response that would both defend myself and release the pressure building inside. “I was never meant to be your daughter's puppet, I didn't ask her to drink before driving,” I finally managed with the same anger he had vented on me. “I can’t keep taking the blame for everything Kristina does. I’m tired of being blamed for her choices, even
Clarence’s POV. I didn't wait for Officer Ray to say anything and rushed out when Mr Smith told me the court was going to begin in thirty minutes and I was late. When I arrived, the court hearing was about to begin and I met him waiting for me outside the courtroom. Together we headed into the courtroom and he offered me a seat. My stepmother and sister were yet to arrive, we had to wait for them. The judge had arrived and was patiently waiting for them too. I couldn't deny I was nervous, this was my first time in court and it wasn't with a stranger but with my family. My hands folded on my lap, my nails pressing into my palm to keep myself steady. There were so many things troubling me and this court hearing added to it. If only they would allow me to have what rightfully belonged to me but even after having everything and kicking out with the excuse of me going against the family tradition, she still wanted what was left of me. “Since both parties have arrived, can we proceed
Clarence’s POV. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my blouse, but my hands felt heavy. Every movement required effort.The hospital had finally discharged me, but it wasn’t because I was fully healed. I had insisted on leaving. Staying there any longer, lying in that sterile bed with nothing but my own thoughts, would have driven me mad. There was no time to rest. Not when I had my first court hearing to attend. I had already contacted my mom’s lawyer, forwarding the court summons to him and he told me he was going to represent me as my lawyer making everything easier for me since the company involved him. After I finished dressing for work, I made my way to the office, pushing down the lingering aches in my body, anticipating to see Julian and thank him for coming to my aid and helping me to have bed rest at the hospital which has helped calm my worries. It also helped me catch Gina cheating, a card I would use against her anytime the need arose. I had bar
Julian’s POV. I stood outside the hospital with my phone in hand, staring at the number on the screen. Calling my parents wasn’t something I wanted to do, but they had to know so they could reach out to Kristina's parents. I couldn't bring myself to call them, never. It was something I had never done since I was forced to be in a relationship with Kristina under duress and more threats than my will. With a deep breath, I finally brought myself to press the call button. It didn’t take long before my mother picked up. “Julian, Where are you? What happened to you? I have been calling you but you never picked up. Where is Kristina? Have you seen her?” She questioned worriedly. I closed my eyes for a second, already dreading the conversation, not knowing how to break the news to her knowing it would startle her but I knew I had to. “Kristina got into an accident.” Silence followed on her own end for a second, she took a deep breath and voiced out. “What?” “She was drunk. She go
Julian’s POV. I sat at the bar, staring at the glass in front of me, barely touching it. The dim lights cast long shadows across the counter, and the low murmurs of conversation blended with the soft clinking of glasses with the people around, drinking merrily as if they had never had any problem or need all their lives. It was late, my mother had been calling non-stop including Kristina but I didn’t feel like going home. I had been waiting for a while for Liam, my closest friend from college. I was almost giving up hope when he texted me he was already at the bar. Liam finally walked in, shrugging off his jacket as he approached. He spotted me immediately, his expression shifting from happiness to that of concern as he took the seat beside me. “You look terrible, Julian. Are you okay at all?” He said, waving at the bartender to bring more drinks. I let out a slow breath. “I am not okay at all,” I confessed to him. He was someone I couldn't ever keep any secret from. If I wa
Kristina’s POV I sat patiently on the couch as Julian’s mother walked back into the room. Julian had shown up after almost an hour of us waiting for him just to act like there was something wrong before he walked away refusing to acknowledge the presence of my parents as he used to make me know something was wrong. I had wanted to go after him but his mother asked me to stay back and went instead. It took her over thirty minutes to come back without Julian by her side. “Where is Julian?” I asked in my mind, being alert and fearing he had left or refused to show up knowing how my parents would react when they got to know he was avoiding them. Mrs Blackwood’s face was unreadable as she walked towards me, but something about the way she glanced at my parents before turning to me sent a shiver down my spine making me curious. “Kristina,” she said in a low voice, her tone carefully controlled like she didn't want my parents to hear us. “Come with me for a moment.” I swallowed ha
Julian’s POV. The air inside the house felt heavy, pressing down on my chest the moment I stepped in. The quiet hum of conversation at the dining table barely registered as I walked in, my steps slow and controlled—like I was holding something back. I wasn’t even sure why I had come back. Maybe out of habit. Maybe because part of me still hoped there was an explanation that would make this all make sense. But deep down, I knew there wasn’t. My gaze swept across the room, stopping on Kristina. She was seated next to my mother, her posture relaxed, and her expression composed. Not a single mark on her skin. No bruises. No signs of the pain she had claimed to be in. I clenched my jaw. The image in the photo flashed in my mind—the one my mother had sent; her face battered and her eyes swollen with tears. And yet, here she was, looking perfectly fine. A bitter taste coated my tongue. I had been manipulated again. Kristina noticed me as I joined them at the dining tab
Clarence’s POV. A dull pain spread through my body as I opened my eyes, the white ceiling above me coming into focus. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose, making it clear I was in the hospital. My body felt stiff and my arms sore, but it was when I tried to shift my legs that the real discomfort set in. I winced, stopping immediately. "You're awake," a calm voice said. I turned my head to see a doctor standing beside the bed, adjusting the IV line. He offered me a calm, professional smile. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like I lost a fight I didn’t even know I was in," I muttered, shifting slightly. My arms throbbed, and my legs felt off, not as steady as they should. "What exactly happened to me?" The doctor glanced at the clipboard in his hand. "You sustained multiple bruises from the impact, mostly on your arms, but there was also an effect on your legs." I frowned, confused. "My legs?" He nodded. "Yes. The hit you took aggravated them, even though they were
Julian’s POV.Kristina’s hand was still in the air when I snapped out of my shock. Clarence was on the floor, struggling to push herself up, her expression frozen in stunned disbelief. The sight of her like that sent a sharp, burning rage through me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. I stepped forward, ready to pull Clarence up, but Kristina grabbed my arm. “Don’t touch her,” she snapped, her grip tightening around my arm. “She’s manipulating you, Julian. You can’t see it, but I can.” I pulled my arm free without hesitation, causing Kristina to stumble back. “Are you out of your mind?” I glared at her. “You think slapping her proves anything? That this makes me want to be with you?” “She’s ruining everything!” Kristina’s voice was high-pitched now, bordering on desperation. “You never used to be like this before she came into your life!” I ignored her and turned to Clarence, crouching down. “Are you alright?” S