Regretting Divorce

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Claire’s POV 

My head throbbed in an agonizing headache as I watched the two men glower at each other. Never in my wildest dream would I ever want them to have a face off Yes, here they were. Face to face. Fighting over me. For what? Their claim? 

I scoffed and blinked my eyes. None of them were saints. They may not have let it be obvious but both of them had blood on their heads. 

That’s how the rich become rich. By shedding blood. Sometimes theirs. Sometimes of others. 

Although I have not heard any news about them both indulging in criminal activities, I can confidently say they had connections with the dark side of the world. After all, a man will not threaten another with such malice if he wasn’t a part of the underworld. And surprisingly, both of them were. 

Hence. I was numb with terror as I did not want them to get into a physical fight because of me. 

“You do realize that you are standing in my house, right?” Tyler drawled in a pissed voice as his hands fisted on his sides 

Hunter sniggered carefreely. But I can breathe the peril underlying his silence. 

I was afraid Hunter might just snap his head and give it in my hands. He can do that. I know he can. 

“Tyler,” I stepped out of Hunter’s shadow and in front of him to face Tyler. 

My twitching fingers found his wrist as I gave him an understanding, trembling smile, 

“Can yo 

you wait for me outside? Please” 

A growl rumbled behind my back, making the hair on my neck rise. I could feel Hunter’s searing glare on the back of my head. 

Before 1 said anything, his torrid fingers grazed my hand that was on Tyler’s and yanked it back. 

“Don’t touch him.” 

“You can’t touch her either!” Tyler bellowed. 

He forwarded his hand to free mine from Hunter when Hunter wamed. 

“Don’t come between us, Murphy. We were having a serious conversation before you came here. We’re not done yet. I’ve already promised Claire that I’ll give her your head and if you want to make it happen this instant you can continue to stand there.” 

Tyler laughed. A heavy satirical laugh that grazed my skin like a touch of a glost 

This wasn’t going well. They both were pushing each other’s buttons. 

“Hunter, shut your mouth. You want us to finish this conversation, right? We will. Be quiet for a while, I can handle him.” I thought I was doing the right thing when I broke in, but the way Hunter eyed me accusingly as though I was taking sides with Tyler, my blood ran cold. 

This won’t end well if he thinks I am with Tyler. He will take out my anger on him right in his family home. 

“Don’t fret, ex wifey! I will not give you his head. It’s too soon to relieve him of this life. He will live for a while. As long as I want it. A devilish smirk unfolded on his lips as he read my mind 

“You are in my country, Macintyre. Don’t think you can threaten me here and I will take it lightly. Go on if you can. Let’s see who will give whose head to Claire Tyler pressed in 

I can see this situation going south. I can see blood in front of my eyes. The images of Tyler and Hunter both covered in blood caused my breathing to hitch. 

The two most powerful men and business rivals were quarreling over me. It can’t end up in anything good. 

Hence, I attempted to do what I can do effortlessly take Hunter out of here. I held his arm and tried to drag him out of the room 

om with me. 

But he was so powerful and strongly rooted in his spot that I couldn’t make him budge, let alone drag him out. 

When I looked up at Hunter’s face, color drained out of my body and coldness filled me. He was smirking with red eyes, face trembling from his ⠀ attempt to stay physically dormant so as to not pound on Tyler, and his hatred for him dripping from his smirk. 

“Dogs mark their territories. Demons don’t,” He said in a voice edged with steel and my heart jumped to my throat. 

This Hunter was far different from the one who was talking to me earlier. The old Hunter made me emotional. His voice was anguish stricken. As though he was regretting. His face was contorted with sorrow and his fingers suggested that he was needy. Needy of me. 

But this Hunter, who was pinning Tyler with a furious look, was a devil incarnate. He wreaked of sin and devastation. A devil who was thirsty for blood. 

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Tyler taking a step towards us, 

te world for all 1 care. Spare me now” I jeered, my hands spreading 

“Stop is both of you! You are making me feel sick. You can fight in the corporate wide to show my exhaustion. 

“Don’t forget you both are here to share someone’s happiness. Don’t be the cause of their distress. Tyler, they’re your grandparents. They don’t deserve this from you” He looked away with a growl. 

But I can see he understood the point. 

Then I turned to Hunter. He wasn’t one bit sorry. 

“And you” You didn’t respect your own wedding anniversary ever. For the sake of God don’t ruin others‘ celebration. Not everyone is careless and stone–hearted like you. Let them enjoy” 

Hunter looked at me stubbornly and drew his eyebrows together to show his disappointment. I think I also detected some hurt too. 

“I didn’t do anything. It’s him who shouldn’t have come here” 

Before I replied. Tyler stood behind me 

“Exactly my thought You shouldn’t have come here either, Macintyre. Claire is not your wife anymore. She’s here at my house and my grandma’s guest. I will not allow you to bully her.” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“What I do with her is not your business” 

your 

business in Bloomerexit 

is RavenMoore. My country’s law doesn’t serve you. It serves me.” 

“Do you think I give two fucks about your country’s law or mine! I make my own law wherever I go.” Hunter offered in a mocking tone. 

The two of them forgot that 1 was standing just between them. They growled and glared at each other. The fact that I couldn’t make myself visible in spite of wearing long berls made me whimper. 

Their tall height was playing at my demerit. Thus, I shoved my hands on both their chests to push them away. 

“Stop it, guys! Stop it!” I screamed as fresh and hot tears blurred my eyes. 

I was already physically weak from the effect of Hunter’s kiss. That was the first time I felt like he was invested in our kiss. The first time he held me like I meant something to him. 

My already broken heart was crushed further into more and more tiny pieces because of his kiss. I didn’t want it and he did it. I was mad at him. I wanted to slap him some more, and if I could, I would have kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine. 

Alas, my anger, my frustration, my ache were molded into pure terror when Tyler made himself visible. Rather than doing what I should have done to Hunter for being a brute to me, I was pleading with him. I was holding him so he wouldn’t take a leap to attack. 

Anger snarled within me because of both men. I spared them a warning glance and pointed a finger at them. 

“You can rip each other’s throat open and drink blood after I am gone from here. This is my last night in RavenMoore. Don’t make it controversial I have already seen enough.” 

As I was saying that while looking at Hunter in order to give him the hint that his wish was going to be granted, his shoulders lost their tautness. He pressed his lips together and looked down, He was backing out. 

I was seconds from feeling relaxed when Tyler had to ruin it. “You are not leaving Raven Moore after tonight, Claire. Don’t forget we have a business with each other.” 

Since my eyes were affixed on Hunter’s face, I watched as the last few strands of patience that he was holding on slipped out of his hand. He growled like a monster, and without thinking twice, he dropped a punch on Tyler’s face. 

The 

Uh–oh! Not a good move, Hunter 

What do you think about the punch? What will it bring for him now?