Clara Tan Menikah Novels & Stories

I was about to speak when someone knocked on my door. Who is it this time? Before I could ask, the door opened, and Clark entered. “Hi, Dhara!” he muttered and immediately walked over in our direction. “Long time no see, how are you?” he asked and then glanced at Tara’s daughter. “Hi, baby!” “Daddy!” Tanya excitedly hissed while asking Clark to carry her. Yes, Tara and Clark are already married. It turns out that they both feel the same way. About Denver, he already accepted the fact that he’s out of Tara’s life.

“What do you want?” “To talk.” Maya’s smile widened. “About Alex.” Clara stared at her, heart thudding. “Stay away from me.” “Too late for that, sweetheart.” Maya’s gaze dropped to Clara’s hand. “No ring yet? Interesting.” “I’m not afraid of you,” Clara said, even though she could hear the tremor in her voice. “You should be.” Maya reached into her purse and pulled out a flash drive. She placed it on the table between them. “Everything you need to know about the man you love. Including how quickly he moves on when things get messy.”

I couldn't even hold myself together for two minutes. "What's for dinner?" She asked instead as she made her way to the kitchen. "Nothing special," I shrugged, continuing with the cooking. She settled on a stole and talked about her day at work. All I could think about was how not to screw this evening up. Clara's relationship with her father has improved significantly. Not only do they see each other at work, they have dinner together once a week. Her stepfather got a job at a security company. Clara's mom is still sceptical, but he has been around a lot often.

She got permission from Grace to resume her work, and she was glad that no one had a problem with it. Jenny just replied okay. That was not so her style. Jenny is her secretary and is always worried for Clara. She didn't even ask how she was. Clara shrugged off her thoughts as she started giving more work to Jenny to finish them off. ***** "Guess he ran away from the city," Sandy laughed, hearing the news of Alex. "I have information about his wife. She was managing a fashion house. It was a small-scale business. Clara has no social life, unlike Elsa, the elder daughter who was quite famous." the secretary informed Sandy about Taylor.

“Okay, fine. Real talk. Maybe he’s just different. Maybe he’s trying to step away from all that family mess. Guys like him don’t choose the world they’re born into.” I hesitated, staring at his picture. Adrian in the photo looked like the man I’d just spent an evening with but there was something else there too. Distance. Darkness. Clara nudged me. “You like him.” I scoffed. “I don’t.” She smirked. “You so do. You’ve got that dazed ‘someone just held a door open for me and I caught feelings’ look.” “I’m married,” I reminded her. “Separated,” she corrected, licking her spoon. “And your husband forgot who you were, remember? So technically, your love life is on pause, not over.”

The way she stood, shoulders back, lips slightly parted, exuding artificial confidence—was a reminder of the same girl who’d betrayed her without blinking. "We used to be friends, Kimberly. Don’t tell me you’re still bitter about the whole Ryan thing. That was ages ago," Clara continued, waving her hand in the air. Kimberly couldn't miss the glimpse of the ring on her finger, which meant Clara was married now. She knew Clara intentionally did that for her to see.... that she was married now. And probably flaunting it like it was some twisted trophy. Kimberly gave a cold smile, replying, "No, I'm not. I just have standards now. And better taste in friends."

Soon, the warm smell of pasta sauce filled the kitchen. By the time she carried the plates into the living room, Tara was already downstairs again wearing one of Clara’s oversized shirts. “You cook, clean and pay bills,” Tara said while grabbing her plate from the counter. “Why are you still single?” Clara snorted softly. “Because men stress me, they cheat and also lie.” “That sounds personal.” “It is.” They settled comfortably in front of the television while some random reality show played in the background. Halfway through eating, Tara suddenly remembered something.

As Zoe drank the shrimp soup, she asked coolly, "Who is that man from yesterday?" She did not care, but still needed information anyway—she certainly did not want to face something like that every night. Clara worked hard to hold back her tears before saying, "He's my husband." As Zoe glanced at her, she continued, "After I left the Levines' service, I could not be picky since I already have a child, so I had to marry a good man."

Clara had gotten revealing and sexy night wears for me. That woman!!! Just then, I heard a loud beep from my phone. I picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Clara. “Speak of the devil” I murmured before opening the text to read it. “Hope you love your sexy and attractive night wears?? Hope to see you back in America heavily pregnant. Enjoy. With love from Clara” I laughed heartily at the text. Such a silly sweet soul, but she wished! There's no baby as it's a fake marriage.

"Are you serious, Mara?" Clara's excitement fills the room as she envisions a hypothetical scenario. "Imagine if Raymond and I were to get married today, and he wholeheartedly commits to funding my account every month without fail, while I blissfully avoid any work responsibilities. Do you really think I would decline such an offer? Babe, you better believe I'd seize that opportunity and plant myself comfortably at home!"