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Chapter 38

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Clara's pov

The drive home from the hospital had taken longer than expected, holiday traffic creating unexpected bottlenecks even in the early morning hours when the roads should have been clear, and by the time the driver pulled up in front of the house I was thoroughly exhausted in the way that only comes from a night that has gone spectacularly wrong in multiple directions simultaneously.

My feet hurt from hours in heeled shoes, my head throbbed with the beginning of what promised to be a si
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  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 57

    Samuel's povI stared quietly at my daughter, watching her hold those worn shoes in her hands with an expression that mixed grief with dawning understanding, and so many thoughts swirled through my brain with enough force and complexity that organizing them into coherent commentary felt nearly impossible.Clara had been my little girl once, before wealth and social status and the toxic influences of people like Kyle had shaped her into someone I sometimes didn't recognize, and seeing her finally begin to understand what she'd lost created a complicated mixture of sympathy and frustration in my chest."Look at how old and totally bad these shoes are," Clara said, her voice breaking slightly as she examined every detail of the worn leather. "He could have thrown them out a long time ago, but he didn't."I smiled at her observation, though it came out as a sad smile rather than anything approaching happiness, because yes, Randy could have and probably should have replaced these shoes yea

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 56

    Clara's pov The information about Randy's shoes hit me with unexpected force, the detail feeling simultaneously mundane and devastating in what it revealed about how he'd been living during our five years of marriage."Wait, did you say he had only three pairs of shoes?" I asked, the question coming out with genuine disbelief as I tried to reconcile this information with my own extensive shoe collection that took up an entire walk-in closet. "I mean, I've got more shoes than I can count. How could he have just three?"The contrast between our situations was so stark it felt almost absurd, me with dozens or maybe hundreds of pairs of expensive designer shoes that I wore once or twice before forgetting about them, and Randy with exactly three pairs that he apparently wore until they fell apart.Dad nodded his head slowly, confirming what I'd asked, his expression showing that he'd expected my surprise but also found it somewhat sad that I was only now learning this basic fact about the

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 55

    Clara's pov Morning light filtered through the curtains with an insistence that couldn't be ignored, pulling me from sleep that had been more like unconsciousness than actual rest, the kind of deep blackness that comes after emotional exhaustion and too much alcohol.I woke with a head that was surprisingly clear despite the amount of drinks I'd consumed the night before, my body apparently having processed the alcohol efficiently enough that I wasn't experiencing the pounding headache and nausea that should have accompanied that level of consumption.The clarity felt almost unnatural, like my system had decided that today required full mental capacity and had prioritized sobriety over the usual consequences of overindulgence, and I was grateful for it even as I lay there staring at the ceiling and trying to gather the motivation to face another day.This was day four already of Randy's absence, the number registering in my consciousness with a weight that accumulated with each passi

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 54

    Clara's pov The bank statement in my hand felt like it weighed more than paper should weigh, the numbers printed on it somehow carrying a physical heft that pressed down on my fingers, but looking at those numbers didn't change what I knew to be true about the man I'd been married to for five years."Randy would never do such a thing," I said, my voice coming out stronger than it had been all evening, cutting through the fog of alcohol and emotion with a clarity that surprised even me, because even drunk and devastated I knew with absolute certainty that Randy stealing money made no sense with who he actually was.The conviction in my words came from somewhere deep and instinctive, built on five years of observation even if I'd spent most of those years not paying proper attention, because some things you absorb through proximity even when you're not actively watching."For all our years of marriage he never asked for anything," I continued, reasoning through my tears even as they co

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 53

    Kyle's povThe sting on my cheek where Clara's hand had connected was sharp and unexpected, radiating outward from the point of impact with a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room, I kept my hand pressed there while my mind raced to calculate how badly this situation was deteriorating and what I needed to do to salvage it.Fuck, how the heck did she find out about that, the thought went off in my head like an alarm bell, immediate and urgent, because the medication thing was supposed to be a secret that stayed buried, Randy was too much of a doormat to ever expose it and Clara was too wrapped up in me to ever question the story I'd given her.But somehow she'd learned the truth, and now she was looking at me with an expression that mixed hurt with anger with something that looked uncomfortably like clarity, like she was seeing me properly for the first time and didn't particularly like what she was seeing.I made sure to keep my face as neutral as possible despi

  • My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back   Chapter 52

    Clara's pov The room seemed to tilt slightly around me, the alcohol making everything softer at the edges and slower to process than usual, but Selene's words cut through the fog with enough sharpness to register clearly despite my impaired state."Stop doing this to yourself, Clara," Selene said, her voice carrying that particular mix of exasperation and concern that suggested she was trying very hard to be patient with behavior she found frustrating, and she reached forward to drag the wine glass from my hand with more force than was strictly necessary.The glass left my fingers before I could decide whether to resist or let her have it, my reflexes too slowed by the alcohol to mount any effective defense, and I watched it go with a vague sense of loss that was probably disproportionate to losing access to more whiskey."Randy is a total scumbag who was only with you for your money," Selene continued, apparently deciding that the best way to help me was to disparage the man I'd spe

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