CHAPTER 4

Clara saw the notification over her head but she didn't focus on it.

“Tyler, I want you to get me a new place, somewhere high.” Clara said, a memory of her past life coming into her mind.

The first disaster that hit the world were the floods, and the icewave freezing everywhere up.

They had to be ready for it.

“You want to move away from Nicholas. Big Sis, please don’t ruin your marriage because of me. If Nicholas makes you happy, remain with him.” Kyler said, looking away awkwardly.

Even though Nicholas had prevented him from visiting Clara most times, Clara didn’t have to be unhappy because of him.

Clara shook her head, squeezing his hand under her grip, “My marriage is already ruined, and it had nothing to do with you, Kyler. I just want a space of my own. Make sure it has a sturdy build, and please no furniture.”

“Oh okay. Was that why you called me?” Kyler raised a brow.

Clara looked down, contemplating if to go ahead and tell him exactly what she had been through and the darkness she had seen.

Either way, it would still happen, and if he was going to call her crazy now, he wouldn't call her later.

“Didn’t you hear the news? There would be a wave of mass natural disasters especially floods. We need to get somewhere higher and better for ourselves.” Clara said, looking into her brother's eyes to see if he was convinced at all.

“I don't watch the news.” Kyler answered, his eyes narrowing for a slight second, “But if we are going to find a high place, then we need to stock up a lot of things especially if the flood would be wiping away things.” Kyler said, then his gaze went through the bank.

“Shouldn't everyone be rushing as well?”

Clara smiled, her brother was truly hard to deceive, “You know how people are. They don't really believe it.” She smiled and Kyler nodded.

“I have a small amount in my savings, around five thousand dollars.” He said, before turning around, “I'd call you for some money when I find a good place.”

Without waiting for a response, he rushed out, clicking on his phone.

Clara breathed out. She had only explained the part about the natural disasters but that was the least thing they needed to be worried about.

Then she turned around and the bank manager headed towards her.

“Mrs Stone. We are glad that you finally responded to our request. Would you be willing to sell your property for our offered price?”

Clara shook her head, “Two hundred dollars. If you don't accept this, then I'd move on to the other banks. You were the closest to me.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest

The manager smiled. Inwardly this was a lot lower than what the government was offering to pay for that land, they would truly make a good amount of profit this time.

And he would definitely get a good bonus.

“Deal! The money would be transferred to your account in the next thirty minutes and then you'd be given the contract of transfer.”

Clara nodded, and a ping echoed in her phone.

“What?” Her brows went up when she saw the messages.

“That fucking bastard.” She greeted her teeth, her eyes fixed on the debit alert on her screen.

She had shared the security details to Nicholas months back, and after she got back, she had forgotten to change it.

“He withdrew every single cent!” Clara was pissed. The anger curled around her and to hell with wanting to give him a slow pain, she had to get rid of him soon enough.

Then she looked up, “Please send the document to me via email and I'd sign online.” She spoke to the manager, and before he could respond, she was already out of the bank.

To think before this, Kyler had given her divorce documents when they had their last fight about Nicholas.

She would end the relationship with that bastard instantly.

The journey back home was swift and Clara walked into the building.

Before she could speak, Nicholas, who was sitting on the chair, rose to his feet, his brows furrowed together.

“Clara!”

His brows furrowed, and his voice boomed through the room.

“How dare you speak to my mother the way you did? Have you completely lost your mind? Do you have any idea what the consequences of disrespecting her will be?”

Clara stared at him.

For a moment, she almost admired his audacity. The man had emptied her bank account without permission, yet he had the nerve to stand before her and make a demand.

In a single step, she closed the distance between them.

SMACK!

The slap that came after was even louder.

Everyone rose to their feet.

“Who are you?” Clara said, her voice low, dangerous, and even darker than her expression.

“My hard earned money? You withdrew it? Without my permission? Are you seeking death?” She yelled out, and for the first time, she could feel the anger pouring out of her.

Nicholas looked up at her, the print of her palm pulsated on his face.

“Clara, have you gone insane?” his mother shrieked. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son?”

Clara ignored her, and didn't wait for Nicholas to speak. “We are getting a divorce!” She said, pushing him aside and walked to her room.

She flung the documents at his face and stared at everyone in the room.

“Are you out of your mind? You're divorcing me over a little money?” Nicholas frowned, this was new.

Why was his overly submissive wife acting in such a strange way?

Did she need attention from him?

“A little money?” Clara let out a disbelieving laugh. “You emptied my entire account without my permission, and you have the audacity to call it a little money?”

Gamella immediately jumped to his defence. “Clara, enough of this nonsense! Whatever belongs to you belongs to your husband. You don't get to humiliate him just because you have money!”

The chuckle was loud.

Clara turned Gamella, her expression hardening.

“And since we're discussing people who have overstayed their welcome, let me make something else clear. This is my house. I paid for it, and I want every single one of all your belongings out of my house before four in the evening.”