Regretting Divorce

“Your instincts were right about her. Zara indeed contributed to her husband’s demise. She included heart attack causing pills in his medication to get rid of him. It wouldn’t have been tough for her to do it considering that she’s a medical student. Faking his death as a heart attack was simpler for her because she was friends with a well–known doctor in Silverhills with whom she met during her marriage. More like friends with benefits.” Monty gave his insights while Claire and Penelope were reading Zara’s husband’s fake and real autopsy reports. 

Monty really did a great job. He got so many evidence, both faked by Zara and the real copy, along with his hand drawn connections and corrections in places where the information was inaccurate. 

“Zara left Hunter in greed of living an opulent life as her fiance, Clifford Phillips, was at the peak of success and Hunter was still climbing the Ladders to the same position. Hunter may have been an heir to the wealthiest family in Bloomcrest but he was under supervision of his father, learning and excelling at a snail’s speed. He wasn’t Hunter MacIntyre unless you both got engaged.” 

Claire perused the hand written interpretation of success and possession of wealth made by Monty between Hunter and Clifford 

One can see that though Hunter handled the vast spread business of Maclatyre empire overseas, he wasn’t given a title. He was working under assistance of the CEO who managed foreign business as his menter for years. So Zara had a benefitting choice in front of her. 

It was to leave a good looking boyfriend and settle down with a less good looking fance with comparatively more wealth and control over his possession. As his mistress, she would just have to snap her fingers and her desires would be fulfilled–Which was a completely different scenario with Hunter 

“Zara chose Clifford and had the best two years of her married life. That was until Clifford’s business failed and he miserably lost everything. He was diminished into a beggar with humongous liabilities written against his name. Multiple And huge. Zara saw where everything was going and what shape her future would take. That’s why she made the decision to kill him, and returned to Bloomcrest as a widow so she could manipulate your husband again.” 

“The circumstances in which she left Hunter, she had crafted them cleverly. While leaving she had made sure that if things don’t work out with Clifford Phillips, she would have a way to come back, and that Hunter would have no choice but to accept her” 

That reminded Claire of the parting message Zara had left for Hunter before leaving. She had specified that her marriage was decided by her parents, and as a loyal daughter she had to fulfill their wishes. 

Monty’s eyes were ice although his expression remained carefully contained. He could feel resentment that developed towards Zara unspooling within his being and making his jaw taur 

“She treaded her steps discreetly and cautiously. She knew when to return and what to say.” 

ope were done assessing the evidence. They seemed unconvinced though. 

By then Claire and Penelope 

“Keeping in mind the evidence you gathered, I am willing to agree that Zara is dangerous and vicious. But what about the rape she endured? While everything else that happened could be a facade, rape couldn’t. I mean it’s just… Just so depressing for a woman to- 

“I have an answer for that question as well, Claire. Here, see this. Monty cut her off and drew out his phone. 

He showed her a Pass of a membership that siphoned blood out of her and Penelope’s faces. 

“This is…” It was Penelope who opened her mouth, but couldn’t finish her words. 

“Your eyes are not betraying you, ladies. This is mighty real and as unbelievable as it may seem, I have cross checked it and found out it is an active pass.” Monty offered. 

Claire stared at the picture taken of a dark blue metallic debit card–like pass with ZL, initials on it and Zara’s name written in small letters below it There was also a number on it. 2478, Zara’s recognition number. 

Claire felt faint with shock. It was not just any pass. 

IT WAS A PASS OF BDSM CLUB’S MEMBERSHIP 

And it was Zara’s She was an active member of a BDSM club where she frequented, 

“Her 

rape was staged.” Claire trailed off. 

“To make your husband sympathize with her. Penelope completed her incomplete sentence. 

“What Hunter and all of you perceived as gang rape was actually a gang bang. Zara faked it to take Hunter under her confidence, and to stiffen her grip around his neck so tight that he would not see anyone else but her. Monty said as if he rested a case and settled back comfortably in the chair. 

Claire continued to stare at the evidence. Her head throbbed so painfully it was as though someone had driven a metal rod through the base of her skull and into the centre of her brain. All this new information about Zara was razor–sharp and it cut through her, 

Zara. Zara Levine. A woman Claire presumed was as pure as an angel. A woman whose soul she deemed was the holiest. 

Alas, she was a bitch. A spawn of Medusa. She may not have snakes on her head. But her intentions were death causing. 

Suddenly, a sense of anger overpowered Claire. She felt a strong need to confront Zara. So far their encounters have been passive, lacking conversation or so much as an eye–contact. 

Anger flooded in her veins and Claire got up. She wanted to see that witch who, just within a few days, managed to turn the course of her life. 

She looked at Monty with a hard–faced look, “I feel so enraged that I just want to take it out on someone.” 

Monty gave her a sneered grin. “I was happy to help” 

Penelope followed her inside the hospital while Monty finally picked the cup of his brewing coffee and took a sip. He watched them disappear round the comer as he closed the file and put it under his jacket. 

Inside the hospital, up Chire and Penelope went on the VIP floor. Penelope remained several steps backwards as Claire stormed ahead. Fumes of exasperation poured from her. 

Claire stopped for a mere second outside Zara’s ward. She saw her sitting on the bed, staring at her fingers. She was alone. 

Opening the door, Claire stepped in. Zara upped her skull. Her face was set innocently in a fine expression, as that of a victim of gang rape. She had black fingerprints around her neck, indicating how she had been attempted to be killed. Her mouth was bruised and her left eye was black 

But the reality that Claire just saw with her own eyes minutes back made her eyes smother as they rested on Zara’s weak–looking, tortured frame. “Chire” Zara blinked her eyes in surprise upon finding her in her wand. 

“I was hoping to meet you.” Her saccharine–sweet voice dripped, it sounded like a melody poisoned with pain. 

Claire’s teeth clenched. She knew this melody was rather bewitching and once a person got charmed with, the consequence that would follow later would be the real surprise. 

Moving towards the bed, Claire kept her mouth shut. She paused near the bed to Zara’s left side, 

“I heard from Cole about your condition. I know I don’t deserve to even speak with you after what Hunter did. But Claire. I want to apolo=“the other half of the word transformed into a whimper as Zara felt a stinging slap connect with her cheek. 

The… ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Did you expect that? 

Zara is indeed something! 

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