Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 10 

Feeling his icy glare, Clara instinctively shrank back. 

In no time. Walter had her pinned. 

Without a word, Walter brutally ripped her dress, a flimsy piece provided by the club that couldn’t withstand such rough handling 

Chilled to the bone as her dress gave way, Clara hastily covered herself, her voice a mix of panic and fury. “Stop it!” 

Walter’s gaze, now cold and bloodshot, fixed on a mark on her shoulder. His demeanor shifted from icy to vicious as he mocked. “Found yourself a new target already?” 

And then, another rip. He savagely tore through her skirt, his movements brash. 

Clara, overwhelmed and voiceless, felt a mix of anger and helplessness as the words stuck in her throat. 

Reduced to her underwear, with her long hair cascading messily over her chest, she stood exposed, her face flushed with intense shame. 

Walter, with a pack of wet wipes in hand, scrubbed away at her makeup and the mark on her neck as if cleansing her of filth. 

Trapped and almost naked, Clara couldn’t resist, nor did she dare to 

“Did you sleep with him?” Walter’s grip tightened on her skull, forcing her to meet his fierce gaze as he interrogated her. 

He then added, “So, you refuse my money to whore yourself out? Planning to use the same filthy tricks on Willard that you used on me?” 

His accusation struck Clara like a dagger, leaving her trembling the light fading from her once–vibrant eyes. 

In his view, Clara was always the manipulator, the one who used pregnancy as a trap for wealth. Now, seemingly eager to latch onto her next victim post- divorce. 

With a scoff, Clara retorted, “Yes, Mr. Hersey and I were alone in the lounge for a solid half hour. Just the two of us. What do you think happened? We did everything imaginable.” 

Walter’s expression instantly turned stormy. 

In an instant, he hoisted her up, seating her on the vanity’s icy marble. 

Her mind racing with alarm, Clara protested, “Have you lost your mind? What are you trying to do in here?” She pushed against him. “Let go of me! We’re divorced, remember? We’re nothing to each other now.” 

But her efforts were futile against his domineering force, his hands unforgiving as they roamed. 

Pissed off, Clara couldn’t help but lash out, “Walter, don’t I disgust you? Just been with someone else. You really wanna go after that? You into that kinda shit?” 

That brought Walter to a halt. 

The ice in his stare could’ve turned blood to frost. But then, he was on her again, even rougher than before. 

Clara had never been treated like this. Her eyes widened, the fight draining out of her. 

Just then, someone outside jiggled the doorknob, unable to get in. 

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Chapter 10.3. 

Clara struggled, shaking her head in terror, desperately covering her mouth to muffle any sound.. 

Outside, someone kept knocking, louder how. “Who’s in there? Theard noises! Open up, I gotta pes.” 

Clara was freaking out, body tensed, terrified of being seen like this. 

Walter, his eyes red with rage, remained relentless. 

Eventually, the woman outside left, cursing under her breath, 

With a look of pure disgust, Walter shoved Clara aside. She collapsed from the vanity, every part of her hurting. 

Typical slut.” he spat out disdainfully. 

His words crushed her. She curled up on the floor, her face burning with shame, clutching at the scraps of her dress, but it couldn’t cover her humiliation. 

Walter washed his hands, then coldly tossed a long T–shirt and a check her way. 

“Take the cash and fuck off. Never wanna see your face again,” he ordered. 

Clara scrambled into the T–shirt, covering up her mess. Shaking, she managed to stand, eyeing the check. Ten figures, huh? Fucking generous,‘ she thought, bitter as hell. 

Thinking back on his insults, she ripped the check upright in front of him, scattering the pieces. 

She mocked. “Sorry, your cash can’t cut it for me. Why settle for crumbs when I can have the whole feast? Money, power, and status. I’m after it all.” 

Those were the most self–degrading words Clara had ever spoken. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Truth was, she didn’t want any of it. She had thought she could stay with Walter forever. 

But it was all just a dream. Three years gone. Time to wake the fuck up,” said Clara inwardly. 

Walter looked like he might explode. 

“Clara, with a trashy 

y mom like y 

you, you want Marlie to turn out just like you?” His words were cut off by a loud slap. 

Walter, the hand on his cheek, stared in disbelief as Clara stormed out. 

Fuming, he thought, “This woman, always so meek around me, barely raising her voice. She fucking hit me!!.