Breaking News.MIKE I slowly opened my eyes, and I was greeted by the dim light of the motel room. I stretched my arms and let out a contented sigh, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me. I turned to my side, expecting to see Clara lying next to me, but she was nowhere to be found. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But she was gone.I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Just hours before, we had shared a night of passion and intimacy, our bodies entwined in every way possible.I had been so happy to have her by my side, feeling a sense of connection and belonging that I had never experienced before. That feeling that only Clara could have me feeling! I had thought that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something special.Maybe we could actually be honest with each other this time.But now, as I looked around the empty room. Why had she left without a word? Had I done something wrong? I tried to shake off
Dad?CLARAI dropped the call with Mike and started pacing around the room, my mind racing with thoughts and worries. How did this happen? Who leaked this information? And what did it even mean?As I paced, I noticed that my phone was blowing up with notifications. I had multiple missed calls and texts from unknown numbers.And then I saw it - a message from an unknown number offering me a large sum of money to reveal more information about Mike and our relationship. My heart sank. This was getting out of control. How could I have failed to protect my own daughter?Just then, Agatha, came into the living room with a glass of water. I was surprised because I hadn't asked for it, but I took it gratefully, flashing her a big smile. "Thank you."Agatha lingered around and I could see the question at the tip of her tongue. Definitely, she must have seen the news too. Not only did that happen, but Agatha had also seen me kiss him. There wasn't exactly too much to explain. It was very eas
Solutions?CLARA"Mommy, do I have a dad or are my classmates lying?" Velma asked, looking up at me with curious eyes.The question almost knocked me out. It felt unreal for a second there and I crouched down beside her, taken aback by the question. "Who told you that, sweetie?" I asked, trying to buy some time."They're talking about it at school," Velma replied, her brow furrowed. "They say you and he didn't live together, but he's my father, right? And that means I have a complete family, right? There was a picture but the teachers came in before I could see who it was, Mama."Who the hell lets children of this age have phones?"Whose phone did you use?""It was a senior's phone," She responded again, back to trying to pierce my skin with those curious eyes.My heart raced as I tried to think of a response. How could I explain this to my five-year-old daughter? That her father, Mike , was a man who had broken my heart and wasn't a part of our lives?That the man whom she so respect
Day.D-Day.CLARAI stood backstage, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves. I had decided to take control of the situation and hold a press conference to address the rumors once and for all. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, blinking in the bright lights of the cameras.My heart thumped as I approached the microphone, I scanned the crowd of reporters and photographers searching for a familiar face before proceeding.Why did I think he'll show up here? This press conference was my idea in the first place. Without hesitation, I was instantly flooded with questions and I began to answer, trying to stay calm and composed though a pit had formed in my stomach."Yes, Velma is my daughter, and her father is Mike Lightwood ," I admitted. The words fell from my lips so heavily. I could barely see what was ahead of me because of all that light."Can you confirm or deny the rumors of an affair with Mike while he was still married to his ex-wife?"The hell was this? I
Mourning A loss.Mourning A Loss.CLARAVelma told me she'd been waiting up for me, her eyes wide with anticipation. I knew I couldn't put off the conversation any longer. I climbed into her bed, and my heart leaped to my stomach.This wasn't the kind of conversation I'd thought I'd be having in a while, and I had Claire to thank for that. Because of her, I was put in this spot. Maybe it was a good thing.Maybe it was good that Clara would finally learn the truth, but I was still at the crossroads, not to mention the exhaust that was weighing down on me. It was immensely torturous. I sat next to her with a sigh and wrapped my arms around her.The atmosphere was so depressing and I wore my feelings on my sleeves. There was no perfect way to lay it down for a little girl. What if she hates me?That fear crept up to me and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. What if I tell her the truth and she hates me?"Mama, what's going on?" Velma asked, her voice soft and gentle, pulling me out of my
Is My Life!MIKE A light knock rattled on the door and I opened it, surprised to see Clara and Velma standing in the hallway. I stuttered, trying to compose myself. I hadn't expected them to show up, especially not at my place. I quickly ushered them in, feeling like I'd been caught off guard.As they entered, Velma ran ahead, throwing her arms around my waist. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, looking up at me with a beaming smile.My eyes locked onto Clara, and I felt a mix of shock and confusion get infused into my veins. It felt like a different reality and I just stared blankly at the poor thing. "You...you've told her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Clara nodded, her eyes filled with a deep sadness and a tinge of something I couldn't name. "Yes, Mike . I told her the truth. She knows you're her father."I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, struggling to catch my breath. I looked at Velma, who was still clinging to me, unaware of the emotional storm brewing around her. "He
Happiness!CLARA"It wasn't a dream, right?" Mike asked as I opened the door. A smile automatically found its way to my lips the moment I set eyes on him and read that plea in his eyes. How early was it? A part of the sky still looked as though it was dipped in gold and Mike was already here.I stepped down onto the pavement, fastening the strings of my robes that I'd rather let go of and fall into his arms. All these while, I'd hidden from this kind of happiness and now I was starting to teach myself that I didn't have to kill those butterflies. I could feel them flutter as much as I wanted to."No," I shook my head mildly, letting a small sigh break from my lips. "It wasn't a dream.""So, yesterday happened! Yesterday really happened!" Mike mentioned softly, before slowly looking up at me. It wasn't hard to see the sparks of excitement in his eyes and he pulled closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me so tightly, I could melt into him.His cologne filled my nose and my
Demon Of The Past.MIKE I sat across from Clara, my eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers. "How did you handle the situation with Rodney?" I asked again, my voice gentle. I felt like I might have asked the wrong question.Clara sighed, her shoulders sagging, and leaned against the chair. Her gaze drifted downward, and her voice barely whispered, "We decided to be friends, or something like that." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she blinked them back, trying to compose herself. "It's sad a perfect friendship could have ended that way."I furrowed my brow, confusion etched on my face. "I don't understand. You two were...close." I leaned forward, my hands clasped together, showing my interest and concern.Clara's eyes welled up with tears again, and her voice cracked. "I feel like I ruined him, Mike . It was selfish of me to have...kept him around for no reason.""He chose to stay.""I knew what he wanted but I clung onto the hope that maybe...those feelings would pass. But I
Chapter 122 :A New BeginningMike pov It’s strange how life changes in an instant. One moment, you’re proposing to the love of your life with sweaty palms and a missing ring, and the next, you’re staring at a pregnancy test that says “positive.” Clara’s still asleep next to me, her hair a mess of golden waves sprawled over the pillow, and I’m lying here trying to figure out how my life got so... perfect. Except, it’s also terrifying. “Dad, I’m hungry,” Velma’s voice cut through my thoughts. I blinked at the ceiling before turning to see her standing by my side of the bed, clutching a stuffed bunny with one hand and rubbing her eyes with the other. She looked up at me with that sleepy little pout that made me realize she wasn’t a baby anymore. She wasn’t even my “little girl” anymore. And soon, there was going to be another little one in the house. “I’ll make you something in a sec, kiddo,” I whispered, ruffling her hair. Velma narrowed her eyes at me, all suspicious-like.
Crossing T's And Dotting I's. CLARA The ride was quiet, tense even, and my head was glued in one position, staring outside the vehicle as the houses blurred by. It seemed like Mike had been an undeniable part of my life for too long. I thought when I got home, I would be able to get him out of my air, but here I was now, in his car. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I had been judgy and undeniably mean to him, especially about Lucy . No, about everything, and I knew why I continuously did that. I just wanted to push him away, irk him, and show him all of the ugliest parts of me so he could get sick of it and go away! That didn't seem to be happening anytime soon, and the guilt I felt was only amplified. However does one get over this? Jeez. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes; he even looked good from the side, focused on the road. The silence was so thick that I felt it in my chest. Felt it deep inside my heart like an ice-formed dagger and it was slowly pre
: Viva La Vida.THREE MONTHS LATER.MIKE "Ughh! This dude doesn't know how to give up, does he?" I rolled my eyes as I fell on the couch next to Clara and wrapped my arms around her. She was looking at her phone again, for the second time today. He just wouldn't stop sending her those pictures, would he? Clara snuggled closer, "I should just block him, right?" She joked. "Love really had made him mad. I mean, look at that smile!"I shrugged. "I mean, did you see what it did to me?" A giggle ripped out of her throat and I snatched the phone from her playfully. "Is it just me or does he look fatter here?""Claire must be doing such a wonderful job!" Clara beamed, sighing. "I'm just glad he's okay! He looks so happy!""He does." I pecked her. "But I look happier, look at me alone." Rodney had been on vacation with Claire for the past two months, so we get blessed with pictures like this every second.It was tons of Claire's pictures, literally every part of her had been sent to Clara a
Hope.CLARAMike didn't respond, and more tears trickled down his cheeks as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were red, and swollen, evidence that he had been crying for a longer time than right now. My eyes prickled at the sight of him crying, and tears began to roll down my cheeks as well.Why was he crying? And why was I crying too. I didn't know why but my heart felt heavy in my chest, and it ached terribly. His silence stung me all over like a thousand bees. Why was he answering? What had happened to our baby?"C-Mike ?" I stammered, arching a brow, "What happened to Velma?" The question barely left my lips, but again he was quiet. Almost like he couldn't speak, and I couldn't take it anymore.The silence was killing me, just as much as not knowing what had happened to my baby. Could she-No. I shook my head frantically at the thought of that. No way. I didn't even want to think about that. I couldn't bear the thought of it, and it felt like a part me died at that brief thought.
Where Is She?CLARAI knew it was stupid and I shouldn't be here alone but what else could I do?! Lucy had threatened to harm her if I told anyone. I'd rather get hurt in her place as long as nothing happens to my daughter!I parked the car and looked up ahead at the building. No one lived there and the whole thing looked like it would fall apart at any moment.My heart thumped in my chest when fear gripped me and the possibility of all the bad things that could happen flashed before my mind. I closed the car door immediately I stepped out, my hands balled into fists.I'd rather die than have anything happen to Velma! Oh, god! Oh god! Agatha, too! I desperately clung to the hope that she had nothing to do with this, and that she was safe, just as Velma was.The video replayed in my head in an unending loop and I almost burst into tears.My baby. My little girl was fucking tied to a chair. I was going to kill Lucy ! I was going to rip her to shreds the moment I set my eyes on her. I s
The Foe.CLARAI felt a knot immediately tighten in the pit of my stomach as my eyes scanned the empty room from the doorway. The bed was empty, Velma wasn't here. Velma wasn't here?It was 2 a.m. Why wasn't she in bed by this time? Panic was slowly setting in, and I could feel it claw it way up my stomach. Where was she?My eyes shot to the restroom at the corner of the room, and I felt a bit of calm wash over me. Perhaps she was in there. I swallowed the uneasiness that had crawled its way to my throat, slightly panicking as I dashed across the room to her bathroom. "Velma," I called as I knocked on the door or rather banged it but there was no answer, and I pushed it open, "Velma," I called again.The door swung open, and my heart sank as it turned out empty too. She wasn't in the restroom. My head spun around the room, and my palm was beginning to feel clammy as I released the door and it slammed shut in my face. Where the hell was she? Where could she go?My stomach tightened, a
More Trouble!CLARA I came out of Velma's room after I'd registered that she was asleep and I took Mike into mine.We barely made it past the door. My urges were all over the place and I'd clenched my thighs all through the ride. I needed him so badly.Mike managed to slam the door behind me and pushed me in, crashing his lips into mine! "I'll take care of you," he whispered between kisses. "I'm so sorry, Clara. I'm so sorry I made you doubt me."His breath was hot against my face and he nibbled kisses everywhere. I was dripping wet, unable to contain my hunger.He whispered lovingly as he placed kisses on my naked body. I hastily unbuttoned his trousers, and he pulled it off before tossing it aside."Mike ," his tongue twirled with mine as if I'm trying to taste all his secrets. "I know. And I'm sorry too," I replied, out of breath. "Please. I'm ready. I want this. I want you. I'm done fighting you. Let me feel you, please."I reached down between us and gripped his cock, a little
Misconceptions.ClaraMy eyes locked onto Alice as she stepped inside my home, and I clenched my palm into a fist, feeling the slight tremble of my hands, and body as the rage simmered inside of me. It felt like a fucking earthquake was happening inside of me, and I hated that she made me feel this way-this small.What the hell was she doing here? How dare she even show her face here after what she had done? How dare she? Anger clawed it way up my throat, and I swallowed it back down, struggling to stay in control as my gaze fixed on her.My mind raced with a mix of emotions-Anger, hurt, betrayal, each feeling fighting for dominance, but I kept my expression blank, masking my feelings. I couldn't let her know how much her presence was affecting me or how much she had hurt me. No way. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a reaction so I feigned calm even if I felt nothing like that.Even if I felt like I was caught in the middle of a freaking storm or hurricane. My emotions we
Loss!MIKE *THREE HOURS EARLIER*I didn't touch Alice! I didn't do anything with her so who captured these incriminating photos? My eyes burned when I looked down at the envelope once more. The weight had multiplied in my hand, like I carried the problems of the world inside that piece of paper.Fuck! Who the hell took this?Why?I was...just a step away from having my entire life together and this happens? I felt like a car running on fumes. Why was I stupid enough to think things would continue to go smoothly like they had these past few days?My heart had ripped from my chest and my hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how I tried. I gulped hard as I tottered towards my car from Clara's building.She'd shut down and those entrances were slammed in my face. The ones I'd worked so hard to reopen. It felt like a knife was being carved into my chest and I swear, I couldn't breathe!I couldn't breathe. Who sent those photos? What did I do? If only she'd let me explain! Nothing happene