Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge

CLARA“Connie! Can you give it back?” I gasped, reaching for my purse. The sudden movement pulled at my chest, making my heart pound erratically. I gripped the chair for support, cursing under my breath. Damn heart issues…Connie only grinned, throwing my Chanel purse behind him when I tried to reach for it again. “Why don’t you just go away, sicko? You’re an ugly witch with ugly hair!”I forced a nervous laugh as Connie yanked my hair, glancing around the school hall for some help but none came. The only reason I was here was because my fiancé, Lucas, had asked that we attend the parent-child event for his eight-year-old nephew, Connie, as his parents. His biological parents passed away three years ago. From here, we could go try on wedding dresses, which I was excited for.But as Connie’s tantrum dragged on, I refused to let him ruin today. Even when he kept pinching my arms discreetly, running back whenever I reached for him. Before I could actually lose my mind, Lucas finally a

CLARAWhen I woke up to bright lights and different wires connected to my body, my chest tightened.A terrible cold crept over me, curling around my ribs like a vice. Someone had done this to me.But who?And then it hit me.Connie.He had grabbed my bag. He’d been nervous when I took it back, just for a second—so quick I hadn’t given it much thought. But now…I swallowed hard, turning to mom. “How long have I been out?”“A day.” Mom’s grip tightened. “But that’s not the worst part, Clara. Your surgery—” She paused, taking a shaky breath. “It has to be postponed.”I stiffened. “For how long?”“A month.”The word slammed into me like a punch to the gut. A month?After over twenty years of waiting, of endless hospital visits, of careful, calculated living just to survive long enough for this surgery—now, it was slipping through my fingers.Tears burned my eyes, hot and relentless. I shook my head, the panic rising in my throat. “I can’t wait another month, Mom. I—” My voice broke.“I kn

CLARAIt was evening already, but my mother was yet to return. I stared at my phone, gripping it so tightly my fingers ached. She wasn’t supposed to be gone long, even if she wanted to go confront Ella or Lucas. Right?I dialed her number again. Straight to voicemail.Panic tightened around my chest. Something wasn’t right.I threw off the hospital blanket and sat up, ignoring the dull ache in my chest. Called her again. Nothing.She wouldn’t just disappear. She wouldn’t leave me when she knew that she was the most important person in the world to me. Growing up without a father meant she was all I had. Just as I was about to drop it for the tenth time, the phone rang. I fumbled to answer, “Hello?” I spoke with a sense of urgency. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my mum calling me from another number. “Is this Clara Walsh?” a firm voice asked on the other end.“Yes.”“This is St. Anthony’s Emergency Services. Your mother, Susan Walsh, was in a car accident. She’s in critical co

CLARA I looked around, scoffing, "Uh… what?" It took only a few more seconds before I actually grasped what he was trying to say. My mother's words came back to me at once and I gave the man in front of me a stunned once over again before he spoke again, "Her name is Rose Peterson. The owner of this neckpiece… She used to be my wife…" Rose—that was my mother's name before she ran away from him and changed her name and identity completely. It fully made sense now. This man in front of me was definitely who I thought he was. My deadbeat father who had left my mother and me alone for all these years. If he had not bumped into me here, he'd probably never reach out still. Were we just cursed to meet the wrong men? The fact that I had his eyes made me want to throw up, so I snatched the neck piece off his hands and made to walk past him in a hurry, having absolutely nothing to say to him. His assistant blocked my path again and when I sent him a dirty look, his boss nodded

LUCASI sat down, and she started,"Your nephew has been bad. Not just this once, but more than a couple of times, and we have always had to handle it without blowing things out of proportion. Unfortunately, that cannot keep happening; he injured the other kid today. We had to rush him to a clinic. Honestly, you should try to keep the boy in check, or we might take more serious measures to keep him in check ourselves." Clara informed me. Connie was sitting beside me by now, and I was struggling to pay full attention to the situation at hand and not Clara's presence. I turned to him, "What happened today, Connie?"He started speaking at once, glaring at Clara, "Uncle Lucas, she's just making a big deal out of nothing. I am not being bad at school… I respect everyone! She’s just a substitute teacher but she keeps doing the most. I mean, why call you out of work when she could just call your butler, Ray?""Connie? Watch your mouth."He pouted, turning away from me, back to Clara. "I di