Clara gets betrayed and dumped by her ex on her wedding day. Devastated and depressed, she got drunk and ended up in his boss's bed. He asks Clara to be his girlfriend. Clara accepts his proposal and along the line she falls in love with him.
View More1**THE BREAKUP**
Clara sat down for the stylist to begin her work. It was her wedding day, the day she had been anticipating for. She looked at her beautiful wedding dress and smiled. Finally, She and Jeremy would tie the knot. Jeremy walked in suddenly with a girl by his side. "Jeremy what are you doing here? You know that you're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding." Clara said looking all excited. "Wedding my foot, Clara we need to talk" Jeremy said and signalled the stylist to leave the room. "What is so important that we need to talk about and who's that girl beside you"Clara asked. "She is Vivian the rightful owner of that wedding dress"Jeremy said pointing to the wedding dress on the mannequin. "Wait, what do you mean?" Clara asked confused. "I'm breaking up with you and getting married to Vivian here" Jeremy said and hugged Vivian's waist. "What do you mean you're breaking up with me?"Clara asked on the verge of tears. Vivian couldn't take it anymore and yelled "What don't you understand here?, Jeremy doesn't love you, he loves me so we're getting married ". "Hey babe, take it easy because of the baby " Jeremy said softly as he rubbed her Vivian's stomach gently. "She's pregnant " Clara asked. "Yes , she's carrying my child." "How could you do this to me after what we shared together?" Clara asked sobbing. "We didn't share anything together Clara. You were just a plaything to be used and dumped. By the way,who would like a girl like you who's just an orphan with nothing to offer." Jeremy mocked. Avi , Clara's friend who had been eavesdropping by the door walked in. She looked at Jeremy and slapped him. The sound of the slap echoed in the room. "How dare you talk to Clara that way ?"Avi said, her face red from anger. This was Avi, a person that doesn't tolerate nonsense especially insulting her best friend. "Let's go,Clara" Avi said and pulled Clara out of the room. Avi pulled her to the packing lot where her car was. They both entered the car and Avi drove off. "You should forget about that asshole and move on. I've always known that he couldn't be trusted " Avi said. Clara only sobbed more. "Clara, you should cheer up. At least you saw his true colours before the wedding " "What can I do to cheer you up?"Avi added. "Drop me at a bar somewhere " Clara said wiping off her tears. "Okay, excellent choice" **AT THE BAR** Alex watched Clara drown in the fifth wine glass,at this rate she was going to end up wasted. Alex Banks was the CEO of the Banks Corporation and Jeremy's boss. He had seen Clara come by the office a few times to see Jeremy. But wasn't today supposed to be her wedding. He walked up to Clara and sat next to her. "What are you doing here drinking alone?" Clara looked up at the man but he vision was blurry. Clara buried her face in his arms and wailed like a child. His shirt was already getting soaked but he couldn't push her away. "That bastard broke up with me,wah"She said as she continued crying. Alex Banks finally understood why she looked like a ghost. "Have a drink with me"Clara said as she shoved a glass in Alex Banks hands. "Instead of drinking yourself to death,why not just go ahead and kill the bastard" Alex Banks suggested. "I would have done that if I had a gun"Clara said.Chapter 162 – Full Circle The morning air was crisp, filled with the scent of gardenias and warm sun. In the kitchen, Clara hummed softly as she swayed with Hope on her hip, the baby’s sleepy weight nestled against her. The doorbell rang, and when Clara opened it, she was met with a warm, familiar smile.“Anna,” she breathed, delighted.Alex’s mother stood poised as always, elegant in her tailored coat, but her hands trembled slightly as she stepped inside and caught sight of the baby.“My granddaughter,” Anna whispered.Clara gently passed Hope into her arms. Anna held her as if she were made of glass, tears welling in her eyes.“She looks like Alex,” she said softly. “But she smiles like you.”Clara blushed. “She’s named Hope. Hope Vivienne Banks.”Anna smiled through her tears. “A beautiful name. For a new beginning.”She brought out the gifts—a hand-knitted pink blanket, a gold bracelet etched with Hope’s initials, and a tiny book of fairytales. “For her dreams,” she said. “For a
Chapter 161 – RebuildingThe nursery was quiet except for the soft creaking of the rocking chair and the content sighs of the infant bundled in Clara’s arms. Pale morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting the room in a warm, golden hue. Clara’s gaze was fixed on the tiny face resting against her chest. Hope’s eyelids fluttered as she dreamed, her fingers curled into miniature fists. Each breath she took was a quiet miracle.Alex stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t need to. His expression—full of awe, love, and something that felt like peace—spoke volumes.Clara looked up and smiled when she caught him watching. “She’s finally asleep,” she whispered, brushing a fingertip across Hope’s downy cheek.Alex crossed the room in a few slow strides and knelt beside them, his hand resting lightly on Clara’s knee. “You’re incredible,” he said softly. “Both of you.”Clara’s smile deepened. “You say th
Chapter 160 – Quiet After the StormThe morning was unusually still, as though the world itself was pausing to breathe.Sunlight bathed the Banks estate in gold, and the air carried the scent of new beginnings—lavender from the front garden, the faint perfume of fresh laundry from the windowsill, and something softer, more sacred: the warmth of home.Clara stepped through the doorway of their home with a soft gasp. In her arms, swaddled in a pale pink blanket, was their daughter, Hope Vivienne Banks.Alex followed closely behind, one hand steadying Clara’s back, the other carrying the diaper bag that weighed far less than the emotions he carried.They paused in the foyer, surrounded by a silence that was suddenly alive with purpose.“This is it,” Clara whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “She’s home.”Alex wrapped an arm around her shoulders, staring down at the tiny bundle. Hope stirred slightly, letting out a gurgle, her fingers curling into miniature fists.“She’s perfect,” he
Chapter 159 – Hope Is BornThe wheels of the gurney screeched against the polished marble floors of the hospital corridor, their sharp echoes bouncing off sterile white walls and fluorescent lights that flickered too brightly. Every overhead lamp Clara passed under was a blinding reminder of time slipping through her fingers—seconds stretching and folding like waves crashing onto a shore. Her grip on Alex’s hand was desperate, nails digging into his skin, as if the anchor of his touch could ground her in the eye of the storm tearing through her body.“Keep breathing, Clara,” one of the nurses urged, jogging alongside the gurney. “Almost there.”But breathing was impossible. Every breath was fire. Every contraction stole the air from her lungs. Her body was no longer her own—it was a battlefield, muscles locking and spasming with pain so raw it pulled a scream from her throat.Alex ran beside her, panting as much from the adrenaline as from trying to keep up. His right arm, still wrapp
Chapter 158 – The Final Madness The early light of dawn filtered through the hospital’s large glass windows, casting streaks of pale gold onto the cold tile floors. The antiseptic scent was sharp and sterile, almost offensive in its cleanness, but after what Clara had just survived, it was oddly comforting. She sat curled up on the hospital bed, dressed in a gown that hung loosely around her frame. Her skin was pale, her body sore, her mind a storm of everything that had just happened. But she was alive. And Alex was near. He stood by the window, speaking with Kevin in hushed tones. His right arm was in a sling, his shoulder heavily bandaged. Clara watched him silently, memorizing the way the light cut across his jaw, the worry lining his face. Everything had led to this moment—lies, betrayal, love twisted and burned into something unrecognizable. Maya was gone. Dead. Shot by the very sister she once manipulated. But the world hadn’t stopped. It never did. The door creaked ope
Chapter 157 – The ConfrontationThe night air was thick with fog, a ghostly shroud that clung to the trees and muffled every sound. It was nearly midnight when Alex crouched in the underbrush just beyond the estate’s perimeter, a black silhouette blending with the forest’s shadows. His breath came in shallow bursts. The pain in his left shoulder was worsening—he’d wrapped it tightly to slow the bleeding from the earlier gunshot—but adrenaline was overriding most of it.Beside him, Kevin watched through binoculars, his voice barely above a whisper."East wing. Same light on. She's still in there."Alex nodded. The house loomed ahead, dimly lit from within. The place had been resecured after their earlier breach, new guards stationed outside, more vigilant this time. Maya had tightened her defenses. Clara was now confined to an upstairs bedroom—cleaner than the basement, but no less a prison.Alex reached for the earpiece tucked behind his right ear."Move in when you hear the second sh
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