All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Clarence's POV Seconds turned into minutes, but still, he wouldn't say a word, increasing my worry and frustration at the same time. Julian and I were the only ones with the copy of the loan. Fully aware that it was confidential information, I kept it away and I believed Julian would have done the same too. How come is the document now making rounds on the internet? The leak must have occurred from his end, I can't be so careless to allow the outside world to see that document. — I thought, tugging my hair in frustration. “Julian, please say something." I cried out but he was unmoved. After a while, he pushed his hands into his pockets, turning his back on me but I was quick to make my way to his front, halting him from making any other step. Placing my hand on my chest to show the extent of my seriousness, I said, “I didn't leak the document, believe me Julian. I'm not stupid to do something of that sort.” I added the last part when he still wouldn't flinch. It was dis

Julian's POV. The splashing of water against the floor in the bathroom was not enough to conceal the voice of Kristiana who was yelling for reasons I couldn't fathom. She was mad after the news was published on how I took an illegal loan for Clarence. Hurriedly, I pulled my towel off the rack and strapped it tightly around my waist as I stepped out of the bathroom. Kristiana had her back on me but I could see the phone that was against her ear. I should have known she was on the phone—I said, drying my wet hair with the drier. Her conversation was slowly getting intense with her partner receiving the dead end of it. At this point, I needed no one to tell me it was Clarence on the other end of the phone. At first, I didn't make a move but when she wouldn't stop yelling, I had no choice but to walk up to her. Snatching the phone she was gripping tightly to, I ended the call, tossing the device to the side. “What do you think you are doing?" She yelled, her eyes widened as

Damon’s POV. I was at the office, sitting through another dull meeting, barely listening to what the team lead was saying when my phone buzzed. I almost ignored it until I saw Gina’s name flashing on the screen. I slipped it under the table and picked it up. “Guess what?” Her voice was way too excited for something casual. “Come on, guess!” I sighed. “What is it?” “She’s finally been busted!” she squealed. “Clarence. There’s a scandal all over the internet. Illegal loan or something. It’s everywhere!” For a moment, I just blinked at the wall. My brain didn’t quite register what she said. Clarence? Involved in an illegal loan? That didn’t sound like her. She was many things—calculating, stubborn, prideful—but reckless? Not really. I lowered my head, pretending to read something off my tablet, and quickly pulled up the news on my phone. And there it was, the top headline on three major sites. “Clarence Gilbert Involved in Suspicious Financial Dealings.” It was real. I let

Clarence’s POV. I took the day off work, dressed in something clean and neat, not overly formal, but something that reminded me who I was. Who I used to be before all of this. I stood in front of the gate to the family house and inhaled, just once. It didn’t smell like home anymore. Not that it ever really did since my mother passed. Still, I knocked and walked in like I belonged there. Because I did. The meeting was scheduled for 10 a.m. I arrived at 9:58, not out of eagerness but out of the quiet stubbornness that had kept me standing all these years. The only person there was Uncle Edwin. He was always early too, always polite, even if he never truly stood up for me. But he greeted me kindly, and asked how I’d been, and I nodded with a half-smile that felt heavier than it looked. We waited. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then an hour. I asked if he had informed them, and he said he had—both Clara and Gina. He even said he’d reminded them again last night. He tried calling, bu

Julian’s POV. Staring at Clarence’s photo brought back memories I had tried so hard to forget. Our university days. The laughter, the arguments, the way she made everything feel less suffocating. And then, the day everything ended. I tossed the phone back into the glove compartment, shutting it away like I had tried to shut away those memories. She was the last person I wanted to think about, not now, not ever. I wasn’t even sure if I still had space for her in my heart. Rubbing a hand down my face, I let out a slow breath and rested my head against the seat. My mind refused to quiet down. Why was I even hell-bent on getting married to Kristina? I didn’t love her. Hell, I didn’t even like her. She was my parents’ choice, their perfect idea of who I should be with. And somehow, I had gone along with it, convincing myself it was the right thing to do. A sharp ache settled in my chest. It wasn’t just about them choosing Kristina—it was about everything they had done for me. Eve