Semua Bab Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Clarence’s POV. It was just a regular morning and I was back in London. I had no plans beyond scrubbing the kitchen tiles and maybe rearranging the clutter on the bookshelf that had started to annoy me out of being bored and at the same time jobless. Cleaning helped me think, helped me feel like I had some control. I had tied my hair up in a bun, rolled up the sleeves of my oversized shirt, and was halfway through wiping down the counter when the doorbell rang. I froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Not a friend, not a delivery. My day had been planned out in silence. A knock or a bell always stirred something in me—some leftover instinct from a time when unexpected visitors meant bad news. I wiped my hands on a nearby cloth and walked to the door, cautiously peeking through the peephole. A delivery man stood there, holding a medium-sized box. He had a neutral expression and no hint of trouble in his posture at all. I opened the door slowly, peeping out. I looked around briefly before

Gina’s POV. I watched Clarence’s car disappear into the night, her composure and graceful figure still in my mind. It was as if the ground beneath me had shifted. I couldn’t speak at all while she was here. I just stood there, holding the stupid bouquet she gave me, feeling like it was heavier than it should be. Then I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else, “I don’t know why… but I feel like things are going to go wrong from here.” Damon gave me a confused look. “What do you mean?” “She’s back on her feet,” I said quietly. “Clarence is walking. That means she’s going to go back to who she used to be before she lost them. And we know her. She was never the kind to sit quietly and let life pass her by. She was bold. She didn’t give up on things. She got whatever she wanted.” My mother scoffed at my words and crossed her arms. “Oh, please, Gina. Don’t start shaking over nothing. Just because she walked in here like some miracle just happened doesn’t mean she’s suddenl

Clarence’s POV. By the time I walked into my apartment, my whole body felt drained. It wasn’t the kind of tiredness that sleep could fix. It was the kind that settled deep in your bones and reminded you of everything you’d been through just to survive the day. I dropped my purse by the door, kicked off my shoes, and walked straight to the kitchen. My throat felt dry like I hadn’t spoken or swallowed for hours, though I had smiled and spoken more today than I had in months. I poured myself a glass of water and leaned on the counter as I drank it, slowly, like that small act might calm the storm inside me. How had I done that? How had I stood in front of them today—on my own two feet, no less—looked them in the eyes and smiled? I had spoken to Gina like she was my sister, even after everything she did. I had faced Damon without blinking. And then Clara… I still couldn’t believe I had spoken to her like that. There was a time when even the mention of her name made me feel small. But

Clarence's POV “THREE MONTHS LATER.” "My dreams finally came true." Standing behind the floor to ceiling window in my office, a bright smile spread across my lips. I was already at the verge of giving up but Julian showed up, giving me a second chance to prove myself. With the money he loaned me, I was able to buy out an abandoned company, and made repairs and renovations to save myself the cost and stress of starting from scratch. I was able to finish everything in two months, got everything I needed, hired some staff to begin with and today I would be hiring more. Wiping the lone tear that rolled down my eyes, I pulled my chair out and then gently lowered myself on it. Staring at my name plaque on the table, a low chuckle rippled from my throat but it was short-lived. Since I was little, I had always fantasized about running a clothing company with departmental stores to sell them like my mother did but my family's main business aside my mother’s was nothing of that sort.

Clarence's POV. Everything was going in line with my plan I couldn't help but be happy. My company is finally going to be launched and with the help of my staff after one month of starting it, I am going to create a remarkable event to celebrate. This morning when I arrived at my office, Olivia, my secretary was placing a pile of documents on the table. Hurrying to her side, I asked, “What's that?” "You're here.” She said, stepping backward with her hands folded in front of her while I examined the documents. "The meeting will start in half an hour, I will remind you five minutes before the commencement.” She said, eliciting a nod from me. Engrossed in reviewing the statistics I had requested, I totally forgot about the meeting but thanks to Olivia, I arrived at the boardroom just in time. Lowering myself at the head of the table after exchanging greetings with the directors who had helped make the business possible, I allowed my eyes to roam around for a while. Just the