Semua Bab Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back: Bab 21 - Bab 30

CLARISSA. My eyes fluttered open and I stretched lazily on the bed, feeling extremely tired. The rays of the sun filtered their way in through the tiny gap in the curtain drape, and I turned to look at the wall clock hung on the wall opposite me. It was already past ten am, and I wondered why I had slept for so long, despite the fact that I was an early riser. I got up and sat upright on the bed, pausing to take a deep breath, then I got up and walked into the bathroom to wash off my morning face. I stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, drying my face with a small towel I held in my hand, and I walked towards the door and out of the room. I descended the stairs slowly to find my father having breakfast at the dining table. I was surprised to see him, as he'd informed me the day before that he had a very important meeting to attend today, and yet, he was still home. “Hey, Dad,” I said, walking to hi

BRUCE. I walked down the stage amidst the thunderous applause that came from the staff of orphanage home where Freda and I had attended a charity gala and had made a considerably generous donation to a few orphanage homes in the state. Paparazzi and other elite bloggers were on hand to take lots of pictures as always, and I smiled as I walked towards Freda, taking the glass of champagne she held out towards me. “Congratulations, babe,” she said, smiling at me. “Thank you, my love,” I replied.  I was slightly pissed at how much my pockets suffered for this single act of generosity we'd portrayed, but I felt very positive, keeping my hopes up and putting my faith in whatever plan Freda had told me she had.  We mingled with the crowd and engaged with other attendees of the event, and at the end of the event, I slipped away from the crowd with Freda,

ISABELLA. Driving back home after my rendezvous with Tom, I kept wondering just how secretive she had been to have hidden the loss of both her child and marriage from the rest of the world, her family especially, and how comfortable she was, acting and pretending every single day like there was nothing wrong. I mean, Clarissa could be everything and anything, but the fact that she kept such news away from the rest of us made me realize just how untrustworthy she was. The fact that my father had entrusted her with almost everything, trusting her enough to handle things properly in his absence irked me, and now, I had a solid reason to prove otherwise. But first, with what I'd found out, I needed to come up with a plan. Tom had sent me the details I'd requested from him later that evening, and I went ahead to ask him to fix a meeting with Bruce, on my behalf. Bruce had agreed to meet with me the following week, and since it was already weekend

ISABELLA. I actually did drift away from Clarissa and my father to engage and chat with the others who had attended the party which she — the golden daughter — had thrown, but the truth was, I just needed to get away from Clarissa and the air of self-fulfillment she exuded. She had actually made the whole arrangements and had conducted the organization quite well, but I was dissatisfied with the fact that my father automatically attributed it to her, leaving no room for recognition to me, and frankly, I felt very displeased, even though my father had tried to playfully fit me into the equation. I stood at a corner of the living room, sipping slowly from the glass of champagne in my hands while I continued to watch the activities going on in the room. My father had finally gotten caught up in the midst of some of his business associates who had honored Clarissa's gracious invitation and had come to join in the celebration. Clariss

DEVAN.I had missed Clarissa's party due to an urgent meeting I had to attend, but not one second went past without me thinking about her. Every hour I spent sitting through the meeting I attended and every hour I spent sitting through the flight back home had my mind filled with thoughts of her, so much that I began to feel I was going crazy. Seated now at this event, I wondered what it would be like to see her walk through the door as an attendee. The charity gala was an event that was held once every year, one that always had top businessmen and CEOs in attendance. So when I saw Clarissa moving through the rows of arranged seats, probably looking to get a seat that would give her a good view of the proceedings of the event, I smiled widely to myself, feeling a sudden rush of excitement in my veins.“Devan?” she called out, a look of surprise on her face. I got up from my seat and began to walk casually towards her.“Hello, Rissa,” I said just as I got to her.“Hey!” she said, rushi