All Chapters of I Married An Alpha After Divorce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CLARA’S POV FLASHBACK—Years Ago A shove from behind sent me crashing to the floor, my head slamming into the wall. Pain shot through me and I groaned, squinting my eyes at the same time. “Why are you even here?” one of my bullies sneered as I rubbed my head. “You don’t belong here, yet I see you everyday.” “You’re just a weak, useless Omega,” another added. “You’ll never fit in. Why don’t you go back to your parents? Go find a school for people like you!” Their words tumbled out, all hitting me at the same time. I pressed against the wall, forcing myself up. My head ached, and my vision blurred with unshed tears. I fought them, tightening my hands because I didn’t want them to see me cry. That would only make it worse. As I struggled to stand, a sharp kick to my stomach knocked the breath from my lungs and I crumbled down. I gasped, a tear slipping down my cheek because the pain was too intense. “Look at her,” the one who kicked me laughed. “She can’t even cry r

EDWARD’S POV “I think this is a wonderful proposal you have here, Alpha Edward,” one of the investors at the round table said. “My company will fully invest in this project.” I nodded in satisfaction. “Thank you so much for—” My phone on the table buzzed again, the vibration rattling against the wood near my thigh. My jaw tightened. That was the third time in just a few minutes. “That must be important,” one of the investors said, his lips tugging in amusement. “Why don’t you take it?” “I’m sure it’s nothing,” I dismissed, waving a hand as I picked up the phone. A quick glance at my call history made my stomach tighten. Lydia had called three times. I immediately felt a wave of panic shoot through me. Lydia wasn’t the type to call repeatedly unless it was something serious. Unless it was something to do with Clara. I cursed under my breath. I should have checked sooner. Just as I was contemplating calling her back, the boardroom doors burst open. Jaxon strode i

CLARA’S POV I paused at the door of Edward’s study, raising a hand to signal the maid to stop as I pressed my ear against the tiny crack between the door and its frame. “All we need to do is catch the shooter,” a male voice said from inside. “Once we have them, they’ll lead us straight to whoever ordered the hit.” “It’s not as simple as you’re making it sound,” Edward responded, his voice low. “Catching the shooter is the hard part.” “Yes Alpha, it is hard.” the other voice agreed, “but it’s not impossible.” I knocked twice and then pushed the door open, signaling for the maid to follow me inside with the tea tray. Edward’s gaze lifted the moment he saw me, and he quickly slammed the file on his desk shut clearly trying to shield me from the conversation. “I’m sorry if I interrupted,” I said, directing the maid to set the tray down on a smaller table. “Oh, no,” he responded, waving a dismissive hand. “He was just leaving.” Taking the hint, the man stood, gave a sli

CLARA’S POV I paused mid-bite, glancing up at Edward and watching him push his food around. He looked… different. Distant. Normally, he would try to engage me in conversations but as I searched his face, he didn’t love like he was interested in that. The Edward who had been eager to spend time with me was gone, replaced by someone colder, more closed off. He barely looked at me as we ate. Barely spoke. All because of her. I didn’t even want to have breakfast with him but at the same time, questions and anger burned in me. I also told myself that coming here would show him I wasn’t bothered by his unwelcomed guest. But the more I sat here, the more it ate at me. Sighing, I let my fork clatter onto the plate. His eyes flicked up, and his brows raised like he was too exhausted to ask a question. “Why is she here?” I asked, leaning back. His exhale was all the confirmation I needed—he knew exactly who I meant. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he sat back, meeting

CLARA’S POV I tried to move back but my spine was pressed against the desk, my chest rising and falling. Why was he suddenly so close? Trapped in the corner, his body caging me in, I had nowhere to run. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I was sure he could hear it too. Distractingly so. This had started as an argument, but now it was morphing into something else entirely. A declaration. A confession. “…why I’ve always monitored you all these years.” His voice echoed in my mind as I stared at him, my throat suddenly dry. What was he trying to say? Or do? He should be apologizing to me for bringing that woman in. For letting me walk in on that irritating sight in his study. “There’s no space left for anyone else…” I’d heard him say that when I reached his study, thinking it was some sort of rejection toward Serena. When I walked in and saw that sight, my heart shattered initially. But the tears staining Serena’s face and her clenched fist told me she had ac