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The Return of the Discarded Billionaire Ex-Wife

"Clara, if we divorce I promise that you will never see Luke again!" A cold smile ran from ear to the other, curling my scarlet lips, "Who says I'm fighting for custody anyways? I'm kicking both you and your son out of my life." In a former life cut short, Clara Winston had been the perfect wife-obedience and selflessness wrapped with a ribbon of loyalty. But after eight years her husband's first love, her twin sister Cassie returns because she needed a kidney donor, both him and her stepson pressured Clara to offer hers. Then after she saved Cassie's life she bled to death losing her own. She opens her eyes to a second chance, a second shot at life and this time she will be no one's doormat.
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Chapter 6

Clara's POV 

I woke within the week with a text from Nick, my soon to be ex-husband.

 "When are you coming back home?"

 I read it over and over again, then something between a snort and a chuckle passed through my lips.

He still thought that everything I did was a bid for his attention.

But I had already planned for this. I knew he wasn't going to let me walk out of the marriage with 30 million dollars, especially now that his parents' company was expanding. He couldn't lose such a huge amount without also losing their favor in the process.

 I sent him some very particular special videos and within minutes he was dialing my phone battery down with calls and voicemails that had his shaking voice begging for me to talk.

A smile curled around my lips when I finally gave him a response through text, it was simple. It read; head over to this address that I'm about to send to you and you better not be more than 5 minutes late or else I'm going to post the video.

The address was a place that I'm sure he would have remembered. I sent it to him and no surprise he arrived before me. When he saw me I watched as every single muscle in his body instantly became stiff and then rigidly relaxed again.

"Where did you get those videos?" he asked me when I was halfway to sitting down.

 I chuckled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I sat on the park bench keeping a distance between the two of us and even lodging my bag has a barrier between us as well.

"It's not like those videos were hard to get, you made it extremely easy for me all it took was hiring a private investigator and he had more than enough evidence within a couple of days."

 I enjoyed it as his face was losing more and more color with the progression of the conversation.

The videos in question that I was speaking about were evidence of him and my twin sisters' infidelity. There was one of him coming out of a club with her. She seemed to be drunk, barely standing, then they got in his car and there was some shaking from the back seat. There were other videos as well showing them just as intimately entangled as that one.

 "But I'll just tell people that you were the one in those videos with me since you and Cassie are identical," he said, appearing to regain some of his confidence then he looked at me as if he had outsmarted, "probably thought I wasn't going to do that right? Now all of the evidence that you have gathered is useless!"

 I laughed at this, he was showing himself to be more of a clown than anything else.

"Do you think that I would intentionally make those videos if I had no way of proving where I was and when?"

His face became bleached again and he looked like a fish out of water, the next thing I knew he became more docile lowering his voice.

"Okay Clara I'll admit that I've been a bit unfair to you lately but I'm going to change and treat you better, what about Luke? Haven't you thought about how this is going to affect our little boy and-"

"He is you and Cassie's little boy." I corrected him sharply. "At best he's my nephew and I don't really see Cassie as family anymore so that basically means nothing..."

Nick's jaw hits the ground, he seems so sure that all he had to do was play his little mind game again using Luke to his advantage and I would just instantly melt.

Too bad that wasn't going to work.

 "Are you saying that you are fine with never seeing her again?"

I hated how I took a moment to respond, then I recalled a memory where I was sick and really down with a fever first I had asked Nick to stay with me he said he had to go to work for an emergency, then in the same breath I asked if Luke could just stay by My side keeping me company he didn't have school that day and I didn't think it was going to be a problem. He screamed no in my face, "daddy is taking me and Aunt Cassie to-"

Nick immediately reached forward to cover his mouth but most of its adults already spelled out and I had an idea of what they were going to do.

I looked at Nick and asked about the work emergency he had spoken of.

 "Of course there is an emergency, don't listen to look he's just a kid that doesn't know what he's saying."

After convincing me that I was imagining everything in my head he wouldn't go ahead to blame me for even considering that he would leave me while I was sick to spend time with Cassie.

I wanted to trust him but my common scene was telling me otherwise so I snuck into Cassie's socials where I found several post of my husband and the boy I had raised as my own closely wrapped around her, the woman who had abandoned them all of them having the time of their lives in an amusement park.

In every picture they were all smiles, while I was on the other side of the screen weeping out my eyes and my temperature shooting up.

After the one of the longest most miserable days of my life Nick and Luke finally showed up, Luke was holding one of the stuff toys that they'd won at the amusement park and he was non-stop babbling about Cassie while I stood at the top of the stairs but none of them noticed me so they kept going at it.

Talking about her as if she was the best thing ever when she had chosen to up and leave both of them.

That should have been the moment I counted my losses and walked away.

But I still foolishly kept the hope that they would change.

Not anymore.

Now I looked strongly at Nick and said; "Mr Winston what happens to you and your son is no longer my business, now tell me when will they sign the divorce papers or should I release these videos to the press?"

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