All Chapters of Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LUCAS My man, Josè’s club—La Noche Roja pulsed around me like a living, breathing thing—red lights, hushed laughter, and the muted rhythm of bass that thudded through the velvet walls and into my skull. I was sprawled across one of the VIP booths, a glass of scotch resting against my thigh, my fingers curled around it loosely like I wasn’t already on my fifth. Or maybe sixth. I’d lost count. I wasn’t even drinking to forget—just to feel numb. Something I did every once in a while, mostly since three years ago. A lineup of women danced in front of me, their hips swaying like an offering, their skins glowing under the dim lights. They moved for me, desperate for my gaze, my approval and most especially, my selection. But my eyes weren’t on any of them. They hadn’t been for hours. I was too busy on my phone to actually rate performances. I was doing this thing where I went through emails while drunk, and I stopped at one that started in such a crass manner, I had to properly s

CLARA“If you missed me that much, you could’ve just called.”That was Lucas. His text from this morning. I rolled my eyes the second I read it, tossed my phone on the bed, and went about getting ready for work. I was running late—thanks to pressing snooze too many times—but I didn’t let it ruin my mood.Lucas was suffering, and that immediately equaled to a good mood for me.The kids were already settled when I walked into class, their chatter filling the air like a radio with too many stations on at once. I gave a quick apology for being late, got them quiet, and dove straight into the day’s lesson.It didn't take me long to notice something—or rather, someone—was missing.Connie.The seat by the window, his usual spot, was empty. No bag. No jacket. Just sunlight pooling across the chair, trying to fill his absence. My stomach flipped—not in a good way. The kind of flip that you got when you had to do something you would rather not.Like text Lucas.Knowing him, that one text would

LUCASI was minutes early, sitting at the far end of Gilles Café, my fingers drumming against the polished wood of the table as I waited. I had specifically picked the quietest corner in the entire space with low lights, little noise and no nosy cameras. Just enough privacy for us to talk properly.Clara arrived almost thirty minutes later, breathless but glowing, still. I watched her walk in, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, eyes scanning the room. She looked flustered—as if she had run half the way here. Still, she looked perfect.Her blonde hair was secured in a semi-messy bun with a few strands falling around her face, and the only makeup she had on her face was a glossy, red lipstick. Her yellow sundress hugged her body like it was made for that exact reason, stopping just above her knees. The neckline was modest, but those breasts of hers just knew how to pull attention no matter what.Had me looking around in case there was any other man looking at her that I had

CLARAConnie had just been pretending to be a bit nice all this while. He was a terror to teach.I should have not been so surprised, given that his very first words to me when I walked into the lesson room which was set aside for us was,"I don't want this lesson. You should leave."I ignored him and went ahead with it. Connie has never been nice since the first day. He barely listened to me. He watched me sometimes like he was starting to remember who I was, and other times, he played a prank.These pranks were mostly harmless though. Sometimes, he would change the time on the clock (I started bringing a watch), or he would make me jump by interrupting the lesson with one of his squeaky toys, or he would catch a disgusting insect and let it chase me (that happened once, and would have been my last straw, but I just emailed Lucas about it and continued).The pay I was going to get from this was huge, and most importantly, I had to uncover a few things in his house. I was not going

CLARAIt doesn't look like you are. I thought to myself, not saying it out loud.And then I did not speak again as Lucas carried me toward his room like I weighed nothing. My body was stiff in the chair, with my heart beating way too fast for someone who was pretending not to care. His scent filled my nostrils, almost dissolving a fraction of the rage I felt.I stared at his face—the face I used to love waking up next to.But he didn't look at me again after that apology. I didn't care. At least I wanted to believe that I didn't.When we reached his room, he kicked the door open and carried me in. The moment I saw the bed, every nerve in my body tensed and memories flooded my head.He set the chair down in the middle of the room and finally glanced at me. I could not get over that knowing look in his eyes.“This might hurt a little,” he murmured, crouching beside me.“Just get it over with,” I muttered back with a flat tone.I heard him sigh. Then he reached for the side of the cha