6. Brother in law

Clara's POV

"Oh, I don't mean any offense, but honestly, I was surprised to see you here in that ridiculous outfit. By the way, what are you doing? Do you work as their sales girl?" Zoe chuckled softly.

I noticed the sarcasm reflected in her gaze.

"Whatever I do is none of your business, Miss Sinclair. Excuse me, I have to go back." I cut her off; I didn't want to have any conversation with her.

But Zoe stopped me just as I was ready to leave her. She raised her left hand in front of my face, and the breathtaking diamond ring that was on her finger immediately drew my attention.

"Call me Mrs. Morgan." She said with delight, "Isn't this beautiful? This is not our official wedding ring, but James insisted I purchase it. He said it would look very beautiful on my finger."

The ring was indeed gorgeous, with a large diamond that sparkled brilliantly. The cost must have been very high. I held my clothes tightly, the weight of my wedding ring still resting on my finger.

And It was just a couple of days left until I would remove it forever.

"He's right. That's beautiful, Zoe. Excuse me I have to go back to work."

"Hold on, Clara. Honestly, what's wrong with you? Why are you so desperate to avoid me? You haven't even answered me whether you work for them or not."

She insisted, "Oh, but am I even asking you? I should've known. James might have put a hold on your card, doesn't he? You can't spend his money anymore and now you have to end up with a low job like this! I even wonder where James met a woman like you and even made you his contract wife."

I clenched my fists tightly. Afraid if I'm not, it would fly to Zoe's face.

"Watch your mouth, Zoe. Even though we are married, it had never crossed my mind to use his money to splurge."

I knew there was no point talking to this woman, so I decided to hurry. I heard Zoe's voice again calling out.

"I suggest you go home. What if one of the reporters recognizes you? With your status now, you will only embarrass James."

My heart ached to hear that. Yet there was nothing I could say to deny it because everything Zoe said was true.

When I returned, the cluster of reporters had scattered, and James, along with his entourage, had departed as well.

I let out a breath of relief, grateful that I wouldn't have to face him again, as it would only intensify the ache in my heart.

"Is everything alright?" Emma asked, and she handed me a water bottle.

I accepted it and drank the water greedily.

"Clara, was the woman with your husband earlier... was she his ex you're referring to?" Emma asked her hand on my shoulder.

"Yes," I nodded. Emma's expression immediately changed when she heard me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just heard that a woman is very rude and arrogant. A friend of mine who is a reporter mentioned that her on-camera demeanor contrasts sharply with her off-screen personality. Doesn't James at least think twice before divorcing you and choosing her instead?"

I could only give a thin smile. No matter what Zoe's personality is, she is the woman he loves and always will.

"Come on, let’s not think about it, Emma." I soothed her.

I knew Emma noticed the remnants of tears in my eyes no matter how I tried to hide it.

"Let's get back to our work," I said, and Emma nodded.

We wrapped up just as the sun dipped below the horizon, and our stand began to settle into a calm hush.

After hours of standing in heels, my muscles and joints felt achy. That's when our manager said that another important customer would be arriving to tour the place in fifteen minutes.

"Who is he?"

"A billionaire. We can't miss his visit; perhaps there's a car that catches his interest."

Emma and I exchanged a weary sigh upon hearing that. She and the others went back to the front to welcome the important customer, while I was asked to prepare a drink for him.

As I was about to serve the drink, an unexpected wave of anxiety washed over me.

I assured myself that James and Zoe had left, so it seemed unlikely that I would cross paths with them again.

"Clara, please serve it to Mr. Morgan." Bill, our boss, said.

I was walking when I suddenly halted at the mention of the name Bill spoke. Stuck in the moment, my gaze was locked on the customer.

Just like me, he rose from his chair and fixed his gaze on me.

Our customer is a very handsome and young man. He donned a sleek black suit that complemented his tall, athletic body perfectly.

"Clara?" His blue eyes widened.

I was at a loss for words because the man before me was none other than Keith Morgan, James' younger brother.