Regretting Divorce

Chapter 63 

Dominic saw the hesitation in her features and declined with a smile, “No, darling. But I will be there behind you to take your back if you need moral support. 

While checking the papers she gave him, he resumed, “My job was only to take care of the legal procedures to bring your company into existence for I know how strenuous it could be. Once I get you your commencement certificate, my part will be finished. And that’s where yours will start.” 

“You will have to go out and invite professionals to work with you. You will build your own R&D department, your own auditing team, your own designing team and gather your own employees who will work for you” 

Sweat beads began to form on Claire’s forehead. To say she thought that everything was going to be served on a platter for her was wrong. father’s words meant that she would have to put in efforts. 

Although the thought of facing people other than her family made adrenaline rush through her, she dipped her head in agreement. 

Dominic kissed her forehead and gave her his blessings. Claire thanked him again and decided to leave him alone. 

On her way back to her bedroom, she thought, “Dad built the ship for me and now I have to lower the vessel in the water and start her spuiden voyage. I can do it 

Claire didn’t waste time thinking about how she would approach her college friends she had not met or spoke with for two years. She dialed their numbers one by one after she entered her room. And god, she was glad that she called them. 

Many of her friends were fed up or exploited by their current firms. They were hoping to get rid of them and start afresh. They agreed to meet her so they can discuss further about the mission and vision of her newly established company. 

Other than that, she was not the only one who had a past to share. Some of them even told her that they would have been dead- because suicidal thoughts they had— if it wasn’t for their family, children or other obligations 

So it was going to be a much looked forward gathering, where she would get to hear and speak her own heart. 

What warmed Claire’s heart was the fact that not even one person tried to talk about her divorce or Hunter. Even though they were all there when she was crushing over him, cutting out pictures of him from newspapers or magazines to make a diary dedicated to him. They stuck to the topic of her new company like a decent professional. 

When Claire finished making the last call, surprisingly she had twenty two people who were willing to meet up with her and discuss the possibility of working with ber 

“Nice. With my ideas and their experiences combined we can build a strong company.” She squealed and patted her back. 

She made a chat group with all of them and texted the time and location for their meeting. It was going to take place tomorrow. 

Also, she made sure to add Penny to the group despite the fact that she was a fashion designer. But then, Penny had strictly ordered to add her in all the chat groups Claire was going to join in because they were best friends, and best friends go together wherever they go. 

The same way l’enelope had added Claire in her chat groups containing designers and models. 

Claire stretched her hands while getting up. She went to the window to get some fresh air. Surprisingly, her eyes zeroed on a wandering individual 

outside their mansion. 

It can’t be a coincidence! I saw him earlier as well. Why is he out there!” 

A man was standing by a tree near the gates. As she kept staring at him he crawled into the shadows like he was never there. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Claire wanted to know who he was. She moved away from the window and towards the door. She was going to catch him as she didn’t get a good. feeling. Even if he was a journalist, he was going to get a handful of scolding from her. 

Claire came down, stomping her foot. However, she stopped short in her tracks as the sound of the news playing on the television in the adjacent ifrawing mom boomed in her ears. Suddenly she was compelled to go to the drawing rooms. Her mother was sitting in front of the television. washing the news. 

Claire’s heart picked up several notches while her eyes enlarged. That’s became her ex–husband was on the television, holding his bleeding newly wed wife Zara. He seemed to be rushing her out of a botel into an umbulance 

And the headlines sand. Himter Machayre’s returned first love attacked in his penthouse. 

Bewildermanni Kancard through Clare. It was not because she saw a Bercely bleeding Zara in Hunter’s arma. She could bleed to the state of comatose andd grew ridid in abonjatal bed. After all, a butch like her cannot get away with all the crimes she committed. Karma will follow up with her tomanerow or day after bunnottow But it will happen one day 

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She was shocked because Hunter was rushing her out of his penthouse. Why penthouse? 

Yeah, Claire was acquainted with his interest in obtaining properties. And that he had several dozen penthouses like that scattered around 

Bloomerest in different hotels, 

But why not in his mansion- the same mansion that used to be her place of residence up until a month ago? 

Claire stood behind her mother grasping the information on the attack. It seemed that someone breached into the penthouse to kill Zara. Even the bodyguard Hunter had left to look after her was shot. Luckily, the bullet grazed his arm. But he was awfully beaten and found in a state of 

unconsciousness. 

Something akin to disgust and distress for her ex–husband fluttered in her stomach. Just two days ago he cornered her in the dark in another person’s house and kissed her. His hands held her waist so possessively that it felt like no other man could hold her like that. And yet, he was out there, caught in the act of taking his new wife to a hospital while the images of their unexpected kiss still flickered in her mind. 

“I wonder why it wasn’t him getting shot?” Claire scoffed and whirled around to leave. 

She didn’t know why but a ball of fury emerged in her chest. The feeling she had felt when Hunter had kissed her made her emotions worse. 

Somehow Claire came to her room and easily got distracted by a message she received on her phone. It was from Pavel Maury, a Canadian model who snuck into her Dms from the chat group of designers and models Penelope had added her to years ago. 

He was a handsome man with amazing gray eyes. Any woman will ship and fall in love with him. But Pavel always had his eyes for Claire. Despite the fact that she was married, he never got tired of flirting with her or sending text messages to her on a daily basis. 

Although it stopped over time, it was back again. It looked like Pavel was trying to try his luck with her again now that she was single. 

His text was: hey, gorgeous. How are you doing? So… Now can I ask you out for a coffee? 

Her lips arched in a smile and she joyfully replied back in a yes. 

Pavel was online. He didn’t take more than three seconds to see her message and write back. Thank goodness! I thought you’ll turn me down again. But it’s my lucky day today. I hit two jackpots. 

Claire furrowed her brows as she asked back: What do you mean by “I hit two jackpots today? 

Pavel responded: I bagged a contract for becoming a brand ambassador for a famous brand. I will not reveal the name though. You can wait for my pictures and billboards to launch🙂 

Claire smiled and wrote back: That is your first jackpot. I get it! The second being? 

She didn’t congratulate him for she was too curious to know about the second jackpot. 

Pavel took time to respond to her while Claire smiled, feeling warm. It felt good talking to a man who was not connected to Hunter, and who wasn’t going to remind her of her marital status 

When he did, Claire couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh. 

He texted: Second is you! I’m finally getting to take you out for a coffee. I’ve been waiting for this moment for two and half years! 

The 

Pavel. What do you think about this character! 

Ji he going to get the opportunity to steal Claire from Hunter and Tyler!! 

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