Mag-log in“Not so fast, Clarence,” Damon sneered. He yanked my wheelchair toward the balcony, pressing a button that lowered the guardrail into the floor. Now, I was teetering dangerously close to the edge. With one hand gripping the chair, keeping one wheel hanging over empty space, he shoved the divorce papers in my face. “You thought you could run to your mother’s lawyer?” he said, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Think again. You’re signing these papers, Clarence, and you’re leaving with nothing.” His smirk widened. “Or… you can join your parents on the other side.” --- Betrayed, crippled, and left penniless, Clarence is discarded for her sister by the man she sacrificed everything for—Damon Ferdinand. But when her ruthless ex-boyfriend, Dr. Julian Blackwood, reappears, he offers her a lifeline and a chance to reclaim what was stolen. With Julian’s power and influence, Clarence rises from the ashes, determined to exact revenge on her ex-husband and deceitful sister. But standing in her way is Kristina, Julian’s possessive fiancée. As old wounds resurface and lines blur between past regrets and new beginnings, Clarence is faced with the ultimate question: Can she truly find love in the arms of the man she once abandoned? Or is she merely playing with fire, risking the same heartbreak that once left her in ruins?
view moreClarence’s POV.The sunlight streamed in through gauzy white curtains, painting golden patterns on the wooden floor of the house we now called home. Laughter drifted from the backyard, the kind of laughter that didn’t carry pain or weariness underneath it. Just joy. Pure and free.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my hands down the soft, peach-colored fabric of my dress. My belly had grown round and full, a living, breathing promise of everything I once thought I would never have.We were going to have a baby girl.Julian had cried when he found out. Real tears, the kind that broke quietly out of someone who had carried everyone else’s grief for too long.I remember how he had placed his forehead gently against mine, his hand spread over my stomach like he was trying to memorize the feeling."A girl?" he whispered, his voice catching.I had only nodded, smiling through tears of my own.Now, months later, we were celebrating her.The backyard had been transformed into somethi
Clarence’s POV.It had been three weeks since the sentencing.Three weeks after the courtroom lights dimmed, the reporters moved on, and my name stopped trending on social media.Three weeks since Clara and Damon’s faces stopped showing up on the news, and I stopped getting messages from people I hadn’t heard from in years. Gina later got arrested and I heard her husband, Richard was also arrested for so many crimes.And still, some mornings I woke up expecting to be dragged back in—to be asked to recount things I had spent months trying to forget. Trauma doesn’t follow the timeline of justice. The gavel falls, the people cheer, and they think it’s over. But I still carried it. Every day.Julian had suggested a break. I didn’t agree immediately. In fact, I refused twice. My body was tired, yes, but my mind? It didn’t know what rest looked like. What does a person do after reclaiming their story—after spending so long surviving that living feels like a foreign word?But Julian didn’t
Clarence’s POV.Julian said I needed to breathe. He showed up at the door with that gentle smile he always wore when he wanted to get me out of my head, holding a jacket in one hand and a single white rose in the other.“No courtroom talk,” he said. “No papers. No voices in your head replaying everything. Just tonight. Just us.”I hesitated. My hands had been trembling all morning. Tomorrow was the trial, Clara and Damon’s trial all happening at the same courtroom but at separate times each.The one that would unravel everything in front of strangers and the press and cold wooden benches. I felt like I was carrying the weight of ten years all in one breath. But when he held out his hand and looked at me like I wasn’t broken, I nodded.We didn’t go far. He took me to a quiet little restaurant tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. There were fairy lights wrapped around the trees outside, and soft music playing inside. It wasn’t crowded with just a few people sitting at tables s
Clarence’s POV.I didn’t know what I expected when I picked up Mr. Peter’s call that morning. I had just managed to keep food down after days of barely eating. I thought it would be something legal, something boring and official. Instead, I sat frozen on the edge of my bed, listening to him tell me that he had something I needed to see.I met him in his office, the one with the large glass windows that looked out into nothing. He closed the door behind me gently, his expression unreadable, and placed a brown envelope on the table between us.“What is this?” I asked, already feeling something strange in my chest.“Something I should have brought to light a long time ago,” he said, looking older than I remembered. “It’s about your mother’s death. And Clara.”I opened the envelope with trembling fingers. Inside were printed documents, transcripts of phone calls, and a photo of a check. The date made my stomach turn.He sat across from me and folded his hands. “Clara orchestrated the acc
Julian’s POV.The moment I stepped off the plane, I knew something was wrong. I have been away on a business trip for a few days now.My phone had been blowing up since the night before—missed calls from my assistant, frantic messages from colleagues, and a short, emotionless reply from Clarence th
Clarence’s POV.I sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the oversized robe Julian had brought out for me earlier. The fabric was soft and warm, but my skin still felt cold underneath. I couldn’t stop shivering even though I wasn’t exactly cold. My body was trying to calm down, but it wasn’t succe
Clarence’s POV.I opened my eyes slowly to the soft beeping of machines. The sterile scent of disinfectant clung to the air. My head felt heavy, and my body still ached from the accident. I had been in and out of consciousness since I was brought in, but today, I felt more awake—alert enough to not
Clarence’s POV.The hospital room felt less suffocating after a few days, and by the time I was discharged, I was desperate for the quietness of home. Julian brought me back himself, as he always insisted on doing things personally, especially when it came to me. He didn’t want me walking around t












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