Semua Bab Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back: Bab 41 - Bab 47

CLARISSA. Later that night, I tossed and turned on my bed, wide-awake and unable to sleep. The house had fallen into its usual silence, and aside from the chilly wind which blew against the windows, the night was extremely cold and quiet. I sat up on my bed, feeling restless as I tried to make sense of what had happened to me earlier today, and yet I could make nothing tangible of it. The doctor’s words, affirming that he had found something in my system, confirmed my fears that there was something indeed wrong with my breakfast that morning, and in the still silence of the night, my heart thudded loudly within me, leaving me unsettled. In one swift movement, I got off the bed, put on my night robe, and slipped out of the room, heading straight for the staff quarters. Something was not right, and there was no way I could sleep without getting the answers I needed. My feet felt cold on the marble floor as I entered the hallway that led

BRUCE. A few days after the attack, I sat alone in my study, thinking about the attack and who must have been behind it. As much as I hated to admit it, my brain could only think of just one person — Clarissa. I wondered why she had chosen to go mute for this long only to send thugs after me as her own means of retaliation, and because I needed answers, I picked up my phone and dialled her number. The call rang twice without a response and on the third dial, I was already losing my patience when her voice filtered through. “Hello?” “What do you think you’re doing, Clarissa?” I asked, ignoring what she had said. “What do you think I’m doing?” she answered, reverting my question to me. “You think this is some sort of joke?” I asked, raising my voice. “Wherever you are, I’ll find you C

CLARISSA. I lay still on my bed, my thoughts tangled like the curls I had absentmindedly continued to twist and twirl around my index finger for the past thirty minutes or more since I got back to my room from the grocery shopping I’d left for two hours earlier. The memories of my sudden breakdown at breakfast still lingered in my thoughts — how the room had spun, and how the hallucinations had come at me like strange stinging insects, it all felt so creepy. And now, days later, that creepy sense of unease had refused to leave, no matter how hard I tried to flush the thoughts.  Something wasn’t right — I knew that for sure, but what made the feeling more difficult to contain was that I was also very sure that Isabella had something to do with it. I could feel it deep in my guts, but my feelings weren’t enough. I needed proof, something solid and concrete enough to validate my thoughts. 

CLARISSA. The first thing that hit my nostrils as my eyes fluttered open was the strong smell of antiseptic. The white ceiling slowly came into view, and a slow beep echoed softly from the side. I squinted as I tried to make sense of my environment, and in my confusion, I shot my head up in one swift movement. “Ow!” I groaned as I felt a sharp, needle-like pain at the base of my head, and I slowly put myself back in bed. “You’re awake.” That voice was familiar — strongly familiar, a voice I could recognize anywhere, even in my deepest of dreams. I turned to my side to find Devan sitting beside me, his face extremely weary with exhaustion. “Where am I?” I asked, puzzled. “What happened?” “You’re in the hospital,” he replied gently, taking my hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze