THE FORMIDABLE EX WIFE REVENGE

Episode2

CLAIRE

“What do you mean I can’t go in?” I questioned the unfamiliar concierge standing at the reception of the hotel.

I equally noticed that most of the staff had been changed, from the security, to the concierge and most of the other employees.

“I’m sorry, but you need a pass to be able to get into the VIP suite, and if not, book a room.” She ran her eyes over me like I was some sort of infection that had invaded the hotel and wasn’t needed there at all.

I shoved my card at her for the umpteenth time, but got the same response that it was invalid.

My muscles tightened and my veins popped as reality began to dawn on me.

It wasn’t at all the fault of the hotel concierge, she was only following instructions. That was when I realised the amount of harm that I had done to myself. I had signed over all of my inheritance to Aaron, and now I was being locked out of everything I owned.

By the time I stepped out of the hotel, it had begun to rain.

The downpour fell heavily on me, threatening to sweep me off the ground.

My legs shook as I walked, clutching my bag tightly my bag tightly as I tried to gather the remaining pieces of my life.

The cold seeped into my body with every step I took, my wet clothes had been so severely glued to my body that I almost felt transparent. It was at that point that I realised I needed shelter.

Mindlessly, I hailed a cab.

“Where ma’am?” The cabbie’s voice came when I settled in the backseat for over five minutes and said nothing.

“Take me to the nearest pub.” My broken voice came.

I walked into the club with shaky legs and trembling hands.

The music blasted in my ear as I stepped into the club, but it did not do much to suit the crisis in my head, nor suit the gnawing ache in my chest.

“What do I get you?” The bar attendant asked as I settled in the bar.

“Alcohol, the strongest you have.”

“I know exactly what you are looking for.” The bar attendant told me with a cocky smile.

And the next few minutes, I was downing shots after shots of strong liquor which burned my throat as soon as they went in.

I couldn’t remember the last time I drank this much, I didn’t even know where I was going to go from here, I didn’t know the next step to take from here. But I didn’t care. The more shots of liquor I took, the lighter I became, and the more I didn’t care.

I was getting lost in the moment when I felt a weight come down beside where I sat.

“Hi, gorgeous.” The deep masculine voice called.

I slowly tilted my head to catch a glimpse of the man who had sat opposite me.

Although I wasn’t in the mood to entertain strangers at the moment, it was difficult to ignore this particular one.

His jet black hair was swept forward so that half of his face was concealed and I only got to see the other half with the help of the club lights reflecting on his face.

He was good looking, but I ignored him anyway.

“You seem to not be in the mood for any conversations.” He added when I didn’t respond to his initial statement.

Then, the bar attendant showed up with the new glass of alcohol I had just ordered.

“I’ve been watching you for a while.” He added, his eyes swept through my entire frame as if he was searching for something and that was when I remembered how I had come to the club. Looking bedraggled, in clothes that didn’t seem like something that would be appropriate for clubbing.

“Isn’t this a little too much alcohol for one night? Especially for a pretty young lady.” He added, not making any comments on my outfit.

I hated the judgmental look on his face, maybe the one I had made up myself, but all the same, I hated that he got to make a comment about my drinking when he didn’t know s**t about me. I hated that he was judging me already when the real culprits should be those who put me into this situation.

So, I immediately lashed out at him.

“You don’t even know me, you don’t even know what I’ve had to face to be like this, you don’t even know what I’ve gone through. So, I implore you to resist the urge to judge me.” I lashed out at the top of my voice so that I almost drew attention towards our direction.

A stream of tears had fallen at the side of my face and was now trickling down to my neck.

My head hurt like there was a concert going on inside there and it was about to blow up anytime soon, my vision seemed blurry and I could hardly maintain my stance.

“If only you know,” I added.

With that, I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the club.

I didn’t see him follow me, I didn’t notice him coming after me. My thoughts were more paramount at that point, plus I was already under the influence of the alcohol that I didn’t notice when I gradually drifted from the pedestrian side of the road and had walked right into it.

It took a loud blaring of car horns, and a half blurry vision of a fast moving vehicle to call my attention to the danger I was in.

But it was too late.

I turned to the fast moving vehicle with wide eyes and attempted to hurry out of the way, but it was already too late.

That was the last thing I remembered before the pain began gnawing at my sides as my body bounced on the hard concrete floor repeatedly, with my head taking most of the hit, then it was total darkness.