All Chapters of Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge: Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

CLARAHis suit jacket was still on, but his tie was loose. His eyes had found me first, scanning me from head to toe, and I felt something loosen inside me. He walked straight past Ella, ignoring her, and came to stand in front of me.“You okay?” he asked, his voice low.I nodded, my throat tight. “Yes. Just tired.”He turned to the officer at the desk. “She’s leaving with me. Process her bail now.”The officer stood quickly, bowing his head a little. Everyone knew who Lucas was, and no one wanted to be on his bad side. Papers were signed, money exchanged, and before I knew it, the cuffs were gone for good. I stood and rubbed my wrists, feeling the sting ease a little.“What about her?” the officer asked, glancing at Ella.Lucas finally turned his head toward her. His face hardened, his jaw clenched. “Press charges. I submitted the evidence to your head, she’s been wanted for a while now. I don’t want her walking out of here tonight.”Ella’s voice cracked as she stood up. “Lucas! You

LUCAS I made a decision. Probably a shitty one, but a decision nonetheless. I pulled up at the school gates and waited in the car. Connie came out with two boys trailing behind him, and from the way the teacher looked at him I already knew he had caused trouble again. His shirt was untucked, his bag was dragging, and he was grinning like he had done something clever. The teacher walked him to the car and leaned down to the window. “Mr. Sinclair,” she said, voice tired. “He got into another fight. This time he pushed a boy off the swings. He won’t listen. He says his father owns the school.” I felt my jaw tighten but I only nodded. “Thank you. I’ll handle it.” She sighed and walked away, shaking her head. Connie climbed into the back seat and threw his bag on the floor. “What now?” I asked. “Nothing. They started it,” he said quickly, leaning back like he was proud of himself. “Connie, you cannot fight every time you feel like it.” “They were laughing at me.”

CLARAThe officer led me down the long hallway again. The place smelled like shit, the same smell every time I came here. Ella was already waiting when I entered. She sat on the other side of the glass, her eyes tired, her hair falling out of place.“You came back,” she said quickly, looking hopeful. Wrong, girl.I placed my bag on the small table and took out the phone. “I came to show you something.”She leaned closer to the glass, her fingers pressed against it. “What is it?”I pressed play on the video. The camera moved across a street corner, showing her family standing outside. They looked lost, carrying bags that barely had anything in them. Her younger brother’s face was swollen, his clothes dirty, and when the camera zoomed in, his skin showed bruises that weren’t healed. He looked thin, his legs weak, and someone held him up.Ella gasped. “No.”I didn’t say anything. I just held the phone closer.The video continued. A man’s voice in the background explained what had happene

LUCASI had been planning it for weeks, every step calculated, every little detail covered so Clara would not even suspect it. I told her there was a major event coming up, something for one of my company’s partners, and I wanted her to handle it. She believed me immediately. I wired her money for her services, sent her the guest list that was really our closest friends and family, and arranged for new dresses to be delivered with her name written across the bags. She didn’t doubt it, not for a second. Exactly how I wanted it.The day arrived faster than I expected. The venue was set, lights warm and soft, flowers lining the tables, music gentle in the background. Everyone had gathered already, friends… her dad, even old colleagues she had worked with back when she used to teach in Connie's school. I remembered those days, how hard she worked, how quiet she was about her struggles. I wanted her to see that I remembered, and I wanted her to see how much she meant to me now.I waited by

CLARA The test strips shook in my hand as I ran across the living room and almost tripped over the carpet. My husband, Lucas, was at his desk, looking over some files, but the moment he saw my face, he pushed everything aside and stood. “Clara, what happened?” I held up my hand with the three strips, my chest rising and falling fast. “I think… I think we are having a baby.” His eyes widened, his mouth falling open as he looked at the sticks. He came forward, grabbed them, stared down at them, then looked back at me like he couldn’t believe it. “You’re pregnant?” “I checked three times.” My voice trembled. “They all said the same thing. I even thought maybe one was wrong but they weren’t. Lucas, I’m pregnant.” For a second, he just stood there. Then he laughed, a deep sound from his chest that filled the room, and in the next second he scooped me up in his arms. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck as he spun me in a circle. “We’re having a baby,” he said agains