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145. GUT FEELING
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Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge 148. LOST…
CLARABy the time I woke up, the house was quiet again. Lucas had left. I’d heard the door close much earlier, half-asleep, too exhausted to care.I sat up slowly. The bruises still ached, but they were healing. My skin was sore, but my bones were intact at least, praise the Lord.I was not completely healed, yes, but I was not really broken too. Lucas had been taking care of me. Zayn never called. Not once. I didn’t know how I felt about that, honestly.The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee. The floors had recently been cleaned. Left a fresh mug on the table. I walked barefoot to the bathroom, brushed my teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d laid out for me, then stared at my reflection for a full minute.I didn’t recognize myself. Dull eyes and hollow cheeks, I’d have to get used to that. These days I barely had an appetite. I didn’t cry, though. Instead, I dressed up. One of Lucas’s t-shirts and pair of sweats, then I sat by the window and just stared out.Much later, I h
Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge 147. AFTER EVENTS
LUCASI drove us all the way to my apartment before I spoke. I pulled into the underground garage and parked, leaving my wipers on because visibility had faltered in the drive over. I turned around and met her eyes; she was pale, bruised, and trembling in the passenger seat.She mumbled something about her stomach, so I switched off the engine and opened the glove box. Inside was a small package with towels and painkillers.“Take these,” I said, handing it over. “You’re safe now.”She swallowed them with bottled water, lips shaking. I didn’t ask if she believed me. Instead, I gently rubbed her back. The silence between us was heavy but also relieved.I carried her to the elevator and up to the bedroom without a word. My guards remained at the entrance, watching the door silently.She flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, and crashed sideways. I leaned in and checked her wounds quickly—no open cuts, just bruises forming. Good. I turned on the air conditioner and then went to my bathroom
Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge 146. SWOOP IN
LUCASI saw a woman—a nurse from the old orphanage we once donated to—hugging a child. Then another. Five or six in total, all around the same age bracket. I didn’t recognize the kids, but she was whispering to them and ushering them toward a bus parked away from the crowd. A discreet white bus with tinted windows. No markings. Not government. Not school-owned either.I started walking faster.By the time I caught up to them, she had gotten the kids into the bus and was standing outside, arms crossed, talking on the phone with someone. I called her name which was written on a tag on her chest.“Madam Flora.”She turned and squinted. Then she gasped. “Mr Sinclair?”“Are those the children?”Her face went pale. She glanced toward the bus then back at me.“What are you doing here?” she asked sharply.“Are those the children from the second building?”She hesitated.“They’re not supposed to be seen here. Nobody is. We’re trying to get them back to a safehouse.”“So they’re alive.” I stepp
Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge 145. GUT FEELING
LUCASI had just finished brushing my teeth for the second time that night. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t sit still, couldn’t even lie down to get a good nap. The house was quiet, but my head was a storm. I tried to check Clara’s location again, but the last pin she dropped had vanished. No updates. No typing back. No voice notes. No blue ticks. No sign of life.I did not follow her day to day activities so I knew I shouldn’t be this worried, but I was still. My gut kept telling me that something was wrong, and not just that she was avoiding me.I had called her number twenty-one times in a row before I gave up and dialed Zayn’s line. He picked up, but there was noise behind him—hospital chaos or something else.“What?” he snapped.“Have you seen Clara?”“Why?”“She’s not answering. Her location’s frozen. I just want to know if she’s with you.”“No, Lucas,” he muttered. “She said she was traveling. Some new job briefing out of town. You didn’t know?”I paused, completely still.“What job
Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge 144. HER KILL COUNT
CLARA My throat felt dry and my muscles were sorer than when I had gorilla sex with Lucas. There was no light. Not even a crack. The air was heavy, damp, like wet towels left in a sealed bag. I tried to move my wrists first. They were tied, not too tight, but firm enough that I wasn’t getting out without effort. My ankles too. Cold steel. I shifted, letting out a groan. My head pulsed as if I’d been drugged, and my back felt like it had met concrete more than once. I didn’t know where I was, but the floor was cold, hard, and smelled of something rusted. Not blood. Metal. Fear gripped me like a vice. The last thing I recalled was being in an Uber. How the hell had I ended up… here? I licked my lips, but my tongue was dry. I wondered how long I was taken here, and by who? My voice cracked as I tried to speak. “Hello?” No response. I waited. Still nothing. “Hey! Is anyone here?” I said louder. There was a sound from somewhere above me. Footsteps. Slow ones. Then the sou
Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge 143. THE CHILDREN
CLARAI didn’t sleep when I got home from Lucas’s house. I sat in the bathroom for a long time, staring at nothing, then finally took a shower. I didn’t cry. I didn’t say a word. I just washed, dried off, and went straight to bed without lotion, without cream, without touching my phone. I didn’t care if Zayn heard the door or not. I didn’t care what time it was. He didn’t ask, and I didn’t explain. We passed each other in the hallway like we were strangers from two different lives.By morning, I was already dressed before he came out of the room. He looked at me quietly, then at my shoes.“You’re going out early?”I nodded. “Yeah. It’s just for something I need to handle.”He didn’t press. He just gave a small hum and kissed my cheek, letting me leave.I booked the earliest session available in my therapist's office and told the receptionist I didn’t want tea. She asked if I wanted the AC adjusted. I said no. I just wanted to get in and out. I wanted to talk and leave.“I had sex with
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