Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CLARISSA.I'd been home for about three weeks, and I still hadn't disclosed the reason for my return, despite my father's coy attempts to get the truth from me. In order to cleanse my memory from the unfortunate incident that had happened, and to keep myself busy, I'd decided to put my free time to good use by rejoining my father's company, where I'd been working before I met and got married to Bruce. It was the perfect distraction for me, as the long hours spent at the office were used to work on numerous documents and to attend different board meetings. I had attended one of these board meetings on this particular day, a few days after I'd resumed duty at the office, and at the end of the meeting, I'd been going through a document on my laptop and scribbling something down in my notepad when I noticed his lingering stare. Every other member of the board had left the conference room, and it was just the two of us left.“What's up with you, Clarissa?” he'd asked suddenly, startling me

BRUCE. I'd gotten married to Clarissa a few months after we'd met at a tech event in New York years ago, and we'd been living happily till I came across Freda, my ex-girlfriend, one fateful day at a mall on one of my usual shopping sprees with Sophia. We'd exchanged contacts and had kept in touch over time, and soon, we began to see each other secretly, beginning an affair that unfortunately, would lead to the death of my daughter and the end of my marriage due to how careless I'd been.I was surprised to return home that evening after Freda and I had served her resignation papers to see that Clarissa had packed up her bags and left, without saying as much as a word. I dialed her number just to be sure of her whereabouts, but her line wasn't connecting. I made to dial her number one more time, when Freda's call came in.“Hey boo,” her high-pitched voice came floating to my ears. “Are you home yet?”“I am,” I replied. “She's gone.”“Who?”“Clarissa. She's gone. She packed her things a

MARCUS.It had been over a week since I'd reached out to Richardson, asking him to look into Bruce and Clarissa's marriage and report back to me. I'd assumed that he was digging deep in his search for something substantial when I received no news or feedback from him in the next couple of days that followed, so it came as a rude shock to me when I finally received a notification of a message from him, especially with what he'd told me he discovered.I'd sat alone with Clarissa in the conference room a few days back after a meeting with the board of directors and delegates from another firm, commending her rigidity and fierce energy which was unusual of her and which I had just gotten to discover, when I'd received a text from Richardson. I clicked on the message, and I frowned as I read what it said. It was a very short message with a document file attached to it.I'm sorry, sir. But I don't have good news, the message read, and I furrowed my brows in confusion. I'd been torn between

ISABELLA. “Fuck!!” I said, slamming a hand on my dresser as I walked into the room and locked the door behind me. I was boiling with so much rage and could literally put a bullet in someone's head right now if I were given a gun. I found it annoying — so, so annoying — that Clarissa always had to be in my face, and at this point, I wasn't going to tolerate it anymore. Enough was enough.  Clarissa was my elder sister — well, my half-sister, if I was gonna be honest. Her mother had died while in labor, and while our father had remarried — the union which had produced me — he'd had a very serious fight with my mother and it had resulted in their divorce just a few years back.  Clarissa had always been the star child, the one loved by everybody. She had a cheerful aura, and in addition to being well-behaved, she had hot brains, which was the one thing I was sure my father w

BRUCE. I was silent for a while, watching them murmur amongst themselves. My eyes fell on each of their faces, and they stared right back at me, none of them saying anything relevant. “So nobody here created the fake profile that made that ridiculous offer to Auburn? Same offer that had me ridiculed and embarrassed today in the presence of other high-ranking men in the tech world, huh? Nobody?” I asked again. A lady who sat at the far end of the desk stood up, clearing her throat. “Um… sir. I'm truly sorry about what has happened, but then, I honestly don't think any of us would be willing to do something like that. You've been working on that partnership for months, and all of us here have seen just how much it means to you and this firm, in extension, and it would only be foolhardy for any one of us here to try and sabotage what should be of mutual benefit to all of us.”