CHAPTER EIGHT Not The Woman I Used To RememberI couldn't stop staring at Clara. She was so different now. Her eyes were cold when she looked at me. It made me feel scared.Clara wore a pretty black dress. It made me remember the good times we had. But those times seemed far away now.I knew I messed up bad. Seeing Clara like this, so strong and beautiful, made me feel awful. I wanted to say sorry, but I didn't know how.Clara was talking, and everyone was listening. She wasn't shy anymore. She said what she wanted. It was like she was a whole new person.I kept trying to talk to her, but she acted like I wasn't there. It hurt a lot. I felt so guilty for what I did to her.Lucy, my wife, asked me what I was looking at. But I couldn't stop watching Clara.When Clara said she wanted to leave, I got scared. I didn't want her to go yet."Clara. Sit, let's--" I started to say.But then she threw water in my face! I was so surprised."Don't say my name," Clara said. She sounded really mad.
CHAPTER NINE At The Top Chain"Rodney, you're amazing!" I said as he walked in carrying Velma. "How did you get here?"Rodney smiled. "A little bird told me."I couldn't believe he was here in Los Angeles. It was just what I needed."Was that really Mike?" Rodney asked, putting Velma on the couch.I nodded. "Yeah, that was him.""He looked pretty shocked to see me," Rodney said.I laughed. "I know. It was perfect."We sat down, and Rodney told me how he got here. Velma had answered my phone and told him where we were."I'm glad you came," I said. "It really helped."Rodney smiled. "That's what friends are for."Friends. That word made me think. Rodney had kissed my cheek earlier. Was that just part of the act? Or did he want more?We were quiet for a bit. I couldn't stop thinking about Mike. I hated that I still cared what he thought."Do you need protection from that jerk?" Rodney asked suddenly.I shook my head. "No, I can handle Mike.""So you're staying here?" Rodney asked."Yeah
CHAPTER TEN The Youngest Billionaire in Town!I stood up fast when Mr. Page finished reading. I couldn't believe what I just heard."That can't be all!" Lucy yelled. "Read the rest!"Mr. Page looked at the paper again. "There is more," he said.My heart was beating so fast. I looked at Rodney. He smiled at me."You can do this," he whispered.I was so confused. Why did Grandpa give me everything? It didn't make sense.Mr. Page started reading again. "To my daughter-in-law and Lucy: Work hard. I hope you become better people."That was it. Nothing for them.Lucy's mom started crying. "There must be more! Check again!"Lucy ran up and grabbed the paper from Mr. Page. She looked at it, then threw it on the ground."This isn't real!" she yelled. "Grandpa wouldn't do this!"Mr. Page looked mad. "Please stop yelling," he said. "There are important people here."Lucy didn't care. She kept screaming. "Clara's not even real family! She left for five years! I worked hard!"I didn't say anythin
Crazy Setback.MIKE Clara left quite the impression from the moment she stepped onto the podium till the moment she climbed back down. It felt like I was in a daze, completely mesmerized by her mannerisms and confidence. She exuded such a compelling aura that I almost couldn't overlook, and I was sure that every one of us seated felt the same way.Her power was grabbing, and my eyes lingered on her lips, reading every single word as she said them. They plagued my brain, so much so I could recite everything she'd said from top to bottom.Where did I go wrong? How did I miss having such a person by my side? The moment I spent on that seat continued to fuel my self-hate. I hurt her. I hurt her so much, and I couldn't take it back. I couldn't undo it, and second chances were rare.To top it all, I had a wife. God. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad that it gnawed at my chest, eating away at it so slowly.I made a fool out of myself by constantly staring at her and making subtle eye con
Fear Of The Past.CLARAThat sick asshole...My shirt had become a sticky mess because I was covered in sweat from the little interaction I had with Mike . His presence had me stressed, yet his absence somehow lingered. Without a doubt, our paths would certainly cross again, and I'd be driven to the edge, just as I was just minutes ago.I should have checked before letting him in. If I'd known it was Mike , that door would have remained slammed shut, never to be opened onto him. I squeezed my palm, cupping my other hand. The feel of his skin grazing my palm wasn't one I was quick to forget.Like clockwork, the sparking electricity that I'd always felt around him was awoken that moment he grabbed my hand, and I slapped him to regain control over myself again. I didn't spend five years loathing him, only to eventually serve him the opportunity of a shitty explanation on a golden platter. It was never going to happen.Mike had his charms, but I was immune to them. I'd be a fool not
Ray Of Sunshine.MIKE No, I didn't sleep well, and yes, there was a sudden pit in my stomach, and it swallowed all the loveliness in me. My eyes had been wide open for the past hour, but I couldn't get out of bed. My gaze remained glued to the ceiling as I relived yesterday's scene. Lucy 's sudden pregnancy.I didn't believe it at first until she showed me the paperwork, including the photographs of the ultrasound scan. It still didn't feel real. It felt like a bad dream- a kind of drawback carefully placed in my life to ruin it completely. Of course, it was my child in question, and I'd wanted nothing more than this for years to come. Still, thinking of Lucy as a mother broke all barriers of normalcy.She wasn't even capable of taking care of herself, and more often than not, this week, I constantly thought about getting a divorce. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore, or her family's sadness. Stupidity bound me from the very beginning, and I was more than ready to tear
Her Rare Friend.CLARALike rocks were stacked inside my stomach, I shuffled my way into the office building. My phone was blasting with calls from numerous Business partners, Rodney included. He must have seen the news, too. I pushed open the sliding doors and made my way in with my heart dropped to my knees.The piercing gazes, and murmurs, were a deadly giveaway that a lot of them have seen the articles. That happened seven years ago, and I was set up, but who would I explain that to? From the way they looked at me, their priorities were clear, and their opinions were biasedly scripted on their faces.Ah. What did I expect? They were just humans, after all, gnawing on anything they could find, filled with bitterness and the undying urge to tear someone apart. The good part was, I didn't plan to be that person for them. I'd been there once, and look how that turned out.I marched in, funneling my anxiety down and stepping it to death with every stride. My footfalls echoed throug
Hook And Bait.CLARA"The rare one."A gasp spilled from my lips, and my grip around the steering wheel hardened. It felt like I'd fallen on my face upon a rocky part, and now I needed time to be conscious again. My face drained off all color, and somehow, my mouth just wouldn't close. Breathing felt like such a hard chore, and I couldn't feel my face."It.. it's him?" I stuttered, slightly turning to Velma as the chilliness of the car that I once enjoyed became my worst enemy. Still, it didn't stop the beads of cold sweat from forming on my forehead and rolling to my neck. "You met that man?"I didn't let Velma give me a response when I frantically typed MIKE LIGHTWOOD in the search icon, and a couple of his pictures appeared. Handsome son of a bitch. I shifted and turned the phone to her face. "Are you sure you met this person?"Her eyes reflected the light from the screen as she nodded excitedly. "Yes! That's him, mama! Is he famous?"Yes, that's him, mama! No. No! No! How m
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