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Clarence’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
Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife CHAPTER 171.
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
Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife CHAPTER 170.
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
Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife CHAPTER 169.
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
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Gina’s POV.It was already dark when I slipped out to see Mark. I knew it was risky, but I didn’t care. I needed something that didn’t feel like a cage. Something that made me feel human again.He opened the door before I knocked. His eyes swept over me like he was checking for bruises. Like he had memorized where they last were.“Come in,” he said softly.I stepped inside. He always kept the place neat. It was quiet, clean, and smelled faintly of wood polish and something sweet and safe. That was what it felt like here.I sat on the couch while he brought me water. He didn’t push me to talk. He didn’t rush anything. He just sat beside me, his hands on his lap, waiting until I was ready.“I can’t keep doing this,” I said, finally. “I can’t keep going back.”“I know,” he said. “Then don’t.”His words were simple, but the way he said them felt like an anchor. I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in days, I felt my chest ease.“I’m scared,” I whispered.“I know y
Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife CHAPTER 167.
Clarence’s POV.I had barely taken my bag off when I stormed into her house. My thoughts were all over the place, but my target was clear. Clara. I didn’t bother calling her or asking if she was home. I already knew she was.I found her in the sitting room, sipping from a wine glass like she had no care in the world. The calm expression on her face only fueled the heat boiling in my chest.“You lied to me,” I said before she could even look up properly.She turned slowly, not surprised to see me, but annoyed. “Clarence, what’s the meaning of this?”“You told me my mother died during childbirth. You stood in my face and said it so easily. But that wasn’t true. She died trying to escape my father. She died in a car crash. And I was there. I remember now.”Her hand stilled over the armrest. Her face didn’t change, not immediately, but I saw something flicker in her eyes. Guilt. Panic. She tried to hide it.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, setting her glass down. “You’r
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