All Chapters of My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Randy's Pov The morning air was crisp and clean as I stepped out of the taxi in front of the National Regenerative Medical Centre. The building stood tall against the pale sky, all glass and steel and modern architecture that spoke of cutting-edge research and groundbreaking discoveries. Five years. It had been five years since I'd last walked through those doors, and yet the sight of the building stirred something in my chest that felt almost like coming home.My shoulder still ached from yesterday's injury, the hand brace a constant reminder of everything that had happened at the hospital. But today wasn't about Clara or Kyle or the wreckage of my marriage. Today was about reclaiming the life I'd set aside, about stepping back into the world where my work mattered and my contributions were valued.I adjusted the strap of my bag on my good shoulder and started walking towards the entrance. The automatic doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and the familiar scent of the building washe

Randy's Pov The taxi pulled up in front of the house I'd shared with Clara for five years, and I sat there for a moment, staring at the familiar facade through the window. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the perfectly manicured lawn, making everything look softer than it actually was. This place had never really felt like home, not in the way homes were supposed to feel. It had always been Clara's house, Clara's space, and I'd just been a guest who happened to live there.I paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk, my bag slung over my shoulder. The weight of it felt insignificant compared to the weight of confusion and uncertainty pressing down on my chest. Why was Clara looking for me? What could possibly be so urgent that she'd called fifty times and sent her sister to track me down?My hand reached for the door handle, and I paused. Part of me wanted to turn around, get back in that taxi, and disappear until it was time for my team and I to leave. But cur

Randy's Pov Clara's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist before I could step back or move away. Her grip was firm, insistent, the way someone holds onto something they're afraid might slip away. She pulled me towards the sofa with surprising strength, tugging until I had no choice but to sit down beside her or risk an awkward struggle.The cushions dipped under my weight as I settled onto the sofa, maintaining as much distance as the furniture would allow. But Clara immediately shifted closer, closing the gap I'd tried to create. Her thigh pressed against mine, warm through the fabric of our clothes, and the familiar scent of her expensive perfume filled my nostrils. Jasmine and something else I'd never been able to identify, probably some rare flower that cost thousands of dollars per bottle."So," she said, her voice taking on a casual, conversational tone that felt forced. "Where have you been all week? You just disappeared without saying anything to anyone. I was really worried, Ra

Randy's Pov Clara's chest rose and fell with a deep breath, the kind of deliberate, visible breath someone takes when they're trying very hard to maintain their composure. I watched her shoulders lift and then drop, saw the way she closed her eyes briefly before opening them again. It was a performance of patience, of someone working to calm themselves in the face of unreasonable behavior."Me helping Kyle change into his towel was a favor to a friend," she said, her voice more controlled now, measured. Each word came out carefully, like she was explaining something to someone who was being deliberately difficult. "It was a platonic favor for a friend. That's all it was, Randy. I'm truly sorry if it made you uncomfortable, but you have to understand that there was nothing romantic or inappropriate about it."Platonic. The word sat in the air between us, heavy with all the meanings she wanted it to carry and all the meanings I knew it didn't. I thought about Kyle's whispered words in

Randy's Pov "What? Are you kidding?" Selene's voice cut through the tension in the room like a blade, sharp and incredulous. She turned to look at Kyle with an expression that suggested he'd just said something completely absurd, something so ridiculous it didn't even warrant serious consideration. Her mouth hung open slightly, her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised high on her forehead."They've been together for five years," Selene continued, gesturing towards me with one hand while keeping her eyes fixed on Kyle, "and she's never even bothered to give him something as little as a card, let alone buy him a Christmas present."The words came out matter-of-fact, casual, like she was stating something as obvious and unchangeable as the weather. There was no attempt to soften the blow, no concern for how such a statement might make anyone feel. Just raw truth delivered with the kind of callousness that only someone like Selene could manage.She turned her attention to Clara, who was sti