Semua Bab The Return Of The Discarded Billionaire Ex-Wife: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Clara's POVShe looked so smug when she replied, "now you know how far I will go so why don't you just come back and play your role like you always do instead of throwing this long temper tantrum."My eyes rolled from her head to her toes mortified, to think that I shared blood with this woman made my skin crawl.But this was no longer my circus and definitely not my monkey anymore."If you're tired of being a mother then you can hire a babysitter or a nanny. I'm through being that for you and Nicholas."Her smile fell by an inch. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it right back before opening it up immediately again. "Nick it's not already looks like I promise I didn't, I didn't mean that I was just messing around." I could smell Nick's thick cologne from behind. I'm guessing he heard the conversation just now or enough to know how she felt about their son. Now it would be his responsibility to deal with it. I left them not even looking back to address him.My new life was

Clara's POVI smoothed out any wrinkles left on my skirt. Actually, there were none. From my fluffy peach blouse, pencil skirt, and black heels paired with minimal accessories and makeup, everything had been planned out for my first day at Luther Corporation. In my previous life, this was an opportunity I had thrown away foolishly for a marriage that did not last.As the elevator went up with me as a sole occupant, I couldn't help push away the memories, but they came pouring back stronger than ever. In my previous life, I was doing dishes, laundry, vacuuming the home, and cooking a nice warm meal—everything to make Nicholas Winston happy. I had gone above and beyond for that man, and what was my reward? All of my efforts swept under the carpet, my life snatched away too soon. Despite the hoops I went jumping for him, it was never enough; I was never enough. But now, in this new life, I was going to choose myself over and over again. I will not die in the shadow of a man who didn't ev

Clara’s POVMarcus was stewing with fury as I detailed my own version of events—which was, actually, what happened. His face was twisting and untwisting with every word that came out of my mouth, exposing his unprofessional behavior. By the time I was done, he was red in the face and ready to explode."All of those are lies!" he declared loudly the second I was done laying down my side of the story. With a pompous air, he continued, "Women of her type are all the same. Just because they are nice to look at—only barely, by the way—they think that every man is trying to get into their pants, and they create a hostile work environment. All I did was greet her, and yet she was able to concoct a completely different action in her head because she’s probably not thinking straight. Honestly, Silas, I would give it another thought before allowing this woman to join the company. She would not be a good fit in the slightest, and I’m saying this with all honesty. I’ve seen her type over a millio

Clara's POV Marcus was only momentarily taken aback, but he was quick to sink back into his confident smile, sure that the tables were in his favor. He settled down into his chair, a smile fixed right back onto his face in a way that made my skin crawl with disgust. "So, nephew, what's your decision? What do you plan to do with this woman?" Silas looked at him with a gaze that could melt through steel, then crossed his legs and began to speak. "If either of you want to change your statement, then this is the last time I will be open to hearing it. By the time I present my evidence, I won't be dishing out any form of forgiveness for my time being wasted." For another brief second, there was a look of doubt running through Marcus’s face, but he quickly pushed it aside and began to glare at me once more, making an attempt to intimidate me. But I had already cemented my resolve before coming here. Since neither of us changed our previous statements, Silas leaned toward his computer

Clara's POVIt was another regular day of work, and I drove to the one spot in the city where my boss liked to have his coffee made. He was a very particular man, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't admire that about him. But I'd also be lying if I didn't say it was a little exhausting at times, too.I slipped out of my car, reminding myself that at least my exhaustion was being paid off with a huge, chunky salary at the end of the month—which could not have been said when I was a housewife.Slowly but steadily, I was putting my past behind me. When I stepped into that coffee shop and was hit with the smell of freshly ground coffee, I had no idea that I would also collide with the last two people I wanted to see: my ex-husband, Nick Winston, and my sister, Cassie. Well, I had more or less disowned her, anyway, because no sister of mine would betray me and still get to call herself that.Both of them were making their orders ahead of me in the line. If my boss accepted coffee from lite