Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Clara’s body trembled. Her lips quivered. She refused to believe it. She had already signed the divorce papers, so how was she getting in his way? Even if she pushed Walter away last night, he wouldn’t want her dead. He had already forced her into a corner. Why kill her? She was Marlie’s mother. Why was he so ruthless? Clara clutched her phone tightly behind her. No, Walter couldn’t be this cruel. 

Clara turned on her phone. Trembling, she pressed the number 1 from memory and intuition. It was a shortcut to Walter’s number, even though she had seldom contacted him. 

However, Clara’s heart clenched. What was she doing? Was she still harboring fantasies about him? She hoped Walter would answer but feared it might be true. 

Danger permeated the night. The phone vibrated and was hung up. 

Something in Clara broke. Walter had hung up. That meant Harry was telling the truth. A man who wished her dead wouldn’t answer the phone. 

Clara felt like she had fallen into an icy lake. She went numb. She hadn’t felt such despair when she was divorced, but now, her heart died. 

Clara wanted to leave quietly with Marlie. She didn’t want his money and didn’t want to trouble him. She couldn’t understand why Walter wouldn’t let her go. He was so malicious. 

But then, Walter could give her to other men, so he certainly didn’t care about her. Perhaps he was furious because she hadn’t agreed to the additional agreement he proposed. 

Walter was about to remarry. Perhaps she annoyed him, or he wanted to get the blot in his life entirely. Or perhaps, he wanted revenge when she exposed Tamara’s tricks and embarrassed her. Maybe he knew Clara wanted to find Marlie and leave the city with her. 

Clara didn’t want to die. She had to survive for Marlie. Otherwise, who would protect Marlie? 

Marlie had suffered too much since birth. Her father paid no attention to her and her stepmother would not treat her well. Clara could imagine what would happen. If Walter could abandon Clara heartlessly, he could easily abandon Marlie too. 

As Harry approached Clara, Clara shut her eyes in despair. Could she only wait for death now? 

Suddenly, Harry noticed a light coming from behind Clara. It was her phone. His gaze turned terrifying. ‘Damn it. She’s calling for help,’ he swore. Money was more important to Harry. With money, Harry could get plenty of women. He couldn’t ruin things now. 

Harry rushed forward, snatched Clara’s phone, and kicked her off the cliff. “Bitch, die!” 

As Clara fell, the phone vibrated. Harry looked down and saw an incoming call. It was from Walter. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.