32Claire was staring at the ceiling, laying like a lifeless body. Her hands rested under her breasts on her ribs, her face drained of color and eyes red. She just emerged from the depths of darkness two minutes ago. She heard people talking outside the closed door of her ward. It grew into a high-pitched argument. She couldn't care less to respond to it though. She kept peering aimlessly at the white ceiling.Then the door parted and someone stepped in. The scent of the person was cognizant and it made her shoulders tremble. However, her face was hard as though it was carved from stone."Claire, you're awake?" The voice broke out, shocked and full of worry.The person walked closer and he hovered over her. Jittery arms enveloped her and sobs were heard beside her head."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have cursed you. I'm sorry, Claire. I'm sooo fucking sorry."Although Claire's mouth twitched, no tear appeared in her eyes. There was no trace of moist

34Inside the ward, Claire shook the hazy veil of slumber, feeling a throbbing pain in her left hand. A nurse was massaging her wrist which was swollen from the needle. The nurse smiled before she pointed to her side. "You are lucky to have a brother like him, ma'am. He has not left your side ever since we admitted you to this ward." An appreciative smile made its way on Claire's lips as she cast her gaze towards her left. Scott was snoring with his head on the edge of the bed while holding her hand. How badly she wished to stroke his hair. "Ah!" Claire winced in pain as the nurse applied too much pressure on her hand. It jerked Scott awake. He hastily got up and snatched her hand out the nurses hold as he threw spears of indignation at her. "What the hell are you trying to do?" "Erm, I'm sorry, sir. I was massaging her hand." "I'll do it. You're not required here. Get out."Claire eyed her brother as he came to the other side and resumed the work the nurse was supposed to do

36Cole suppressed a gnawing desire to connect his fist with Hunter's handsome face. Even in this situation, where he was punishable for so many wrongs he did towards his wife, he was acting arrogantly. If audacity was to have a face, Hunter's would be printed in the dictionary for visuals. He set his anger towards this walking example of shamelessness and audacity aside and got a hold of his phone. Cole searched for Penelope's number. Her name itself left a bitter taste in his mouth. He cringed when he realized he was really going to call her. He thought about all the profanities he would receive just for calling that mad woman before he dialled her number. Cole only had Penelope's number because once Claire lost her phone during a girl's trip to Greece, and she shared her friend's number to him to forward to Hunter as he was busy in a meeting, and who else, other than Cole, would have done it on time for her? Although he and Penelope never agreed on anything, he never found a s

38 Her phone froze for a few minutes as the notifications loaded. She had about two hundred thousand plus notifications, which were multiplying with passing seconds, and about five thousand plus messages in her Dms. The latter were alone from the people who followed her. Then there was double of that in her requests. Claire went to the recent comments she received on the last picture she had shared. It was of herself and Hunter kissing. She made this post in the morning on their anniversary day. Her eyes filled with tears but she didn't let them fall. She read some of the comments and clutched her heart as they were so heartfelt. "I came to know about Claire when she got married to Hunter. Wasn't really her fan because I liked Hunter better with the true love of his life, which was Zara. But seeing what happened with Claire over the days I can't help but shift into team Claire. Lots of love and support to you Claire. Do not think you are alone in this phase. We are there with yo

40 Hunter searched for Claire's number on his phone. Her picture grabbed his attention and something twitched in his chest. No, it wasn't his heart. It was something he couldn't put his finger on. He kept staring at it. He distinctly remembered the day when she had captured a picture of herself on his phone and set it on her contact number. It was on the fifth day of their forced honeymoon that he had to go. A restless heave left his mouth as he closed all tabs and set his phone aside. Because minutes after she had set her picture on his phone, he had revealed to her the truth behind their marriage. She was taken aback, but she thought he was joking with her, because there was no way anyone could fake their feelings like he did when he proposed to her to marry him. It was actually the way he proposed to her why she was compelled to marry him as soon as they could. Lying back on the bed, Hunter turned out the lights. In the dark he recalled how she had sobbed that night. He had pret