All Chapters of please divorce me, Mr Ford : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Clara raised her hands above her shoulders, her hips swayed to the music.She hummed along as a song from her favorite playlist played loudly.She hadn't felt like this in a long time. it almost felt like her chest would explode.She could only think of one word: freedom.Today was the start of a new life for her.Her eyes drifted to the file she had left on her desk the night before and she began to sing the lyrics loudly, bouncing up and down.Her voice echoed off the walls of her enormous room and sunlight spread across half the room, filtering through thefloor-to-ceiling window.She glided across the room and into herwalk-in-closet, back to humming as she picked out a white shirt and her favorite jeans.She put them on and pulled her hair into a messy bun.She lowered herself onto the seat in front of her mirror and put on some mascara and lipstick.She glanced at the mirror one time before picking up her purse, the file and leaving the room.She slammed the door behind her and

Three years agoClara held on to the restaurant keys longer than she was supposed to. Her shoulders slumped as she stood outside her father's restaurant, or should she say former restaurant. She still couldn't believe it. The recent weeks were still a blur. Time felt so still yet too fast. She barely had any time to catch up. The landlord tapped her shoulder. She looked up at him. He gave her a pointed look, his eyes drifted to the keys in her hands. She handed over the keys and turned around to leave. She could feel her blood begin to boil. All these years, her father had been nothing but a good tenant, but he only cared as long as he paid his rent. She thought of the irritated look he had given when she had told him they'd be behind on rent this month. She had said her father was sick, but he barely batted an eyelid. He had simply informed her to pay the rent before the end of the month or leave. He didn't even ask what was wrong or if there was anything he could do. Now, a

Three years ago"You're threatening my position on the board because I won't go on a date?"Alexander's voice was steady.He held his father's eyes."Maybe a break from the company will give you the clarity you need." His father placed his hands on Alexander's shoulder and leaned in close"I know you think you can do this alone, but you can't."Alexander noticed the tired expression his father's face held, he noticed the grey hair and the wrinkles around his eyes.He hated to admitted but it had been a while since he really looked at his parents.He tried to remember the last time he had been to their place."Don't force my hands Alex, you're not the only one who's stubborn" Richard said firmly.Alexander ran through the options in his head.His father was certainly more stubborn than he was, he'd learned that the hard way.He also knew that his father was persistent, a temporary solution would barely hold.He said nothing for awhile"I'll handle it"he finally saidRichard studied his

Present Day. Clara peeked out of her window when she heard Alexander's car park in front of the house. He stepped out with his briefcase in hand and his tie loosened. She watched as he made his way up the steps and walked in. She looked at the clock. 7:20. If she was going to be the worst wife ever, she'd have to figure out what got under his skin. A few rearranged socks wasn't going to cut it. She pulled out a notebook from her drawer, sat on her reading desk and wrote boldly. Operation Get a Divorce She placed the pen between her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to think of any other thing she knew would irritate him. She stood up from the seat and began to pace the room. Occasionally, she would lower herself onto the ground and stand up again. Her brainstorming wasn't really going anywhere. All she still had on the list was mess up his wardrobe. She groaned and threw herself on her bed. She had barely spent time with him, so she couldn't tell what he liked or didn't

Clara wasn't going to let his lack of reaction stop her. Everybody had a limit, and she would find his. She dumped all his white shirts into a washing machine, adding her pink shirt, the one she got at a thrift store that left the water pink every time she washed it. She let it run for two cycles before pulling them out. They were absolutely perfect. Not too pink, but just enough that you'd notice something was wrong. She hung them to dry before placing them back in his closet. They were slightly pink, badly hung, and she didn't bother straightening them out. Next, she pulled out all his suit jackets and pants and sent them to the laundry. She hadn't been this excited in a long time. This one had to get a reaction out of him. It just had to. When she heard him pull in, she jumped from her bed and raced to the couch. She sat on it, flipping through a random book she had picked up as she left her room. He walked in with his briefcase in hand as usual, and his tie loosened.