Regretting Divorce

“There’s no need for it. Besides, the ring is useless to her now. Don’t think about it.” 

Zara pretended to be sorrowful. She insisted on going after Claire a few times again as she knew Hunter wouldn’t allow it. 

He left her sitting on a chair to make a call. Zara admired the ring he took from Claire with a sinister grin. 

“This ring costs fortunes. How could I leave it in Claire’s possession?” 

Zara chuckled and kissed the ring as if it was hers. However, when she puts it on, it won’t go beyond her middle phalanges no matter how many times she tried. She tried to push it past all tens of her fingers but it wouldn’t move an inch beyond 

that. 

Perhaps, this was the justice of fate! 

She may have succeeded in getting her hands on Hunter. She couldn’t succeed in taking Claire’s place or possession as his 

wife. 

“You will fracture your fingers, Zara Zara gasped at the sudden eruption of his voice. 

“Hunter, L.. I think I’ve gained weight over the years.” She foolishly said as he kept gawking at the ring. 

The fact was that the ring was of Claire’s size. 

Two years ago when Zara left, Hunter was enraged. Not only did he propose to Claire out of anger but also instructed the designer to make the ring of her size. 

The ring reminded him of his wife’s slender and long fingers. He recalled how they perfectly fitted in his hold whenever he pinned her hands above her head during love making. 

On the other hand, though Zara had an enchanting figure, her fingers were chunky. 

His wife not only had the most delicate and graceful fingers but also the softest to the touch. 

Hunter shook his head as he corrected himself in his head. She was his ex–wife now. After all, they got divorced just five minutes ago. 

“Give this ring to me.” He said, forwarding his hand. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“It will fit, Hunter. I’ll perform hands exercise- 

“It’s not your size. When you left I asked the designer to make it Claire’s size. Give this one to me. Yours is in the making. I’ll let you know when it’s ready” 

“Then how do we get married? I don’t want to marry without the ring.” Zara pouted, faking innocence again. 

“We can wait until your ring is ready.” Hunter couldn’t take his eyes off the ring. 

Zara was reluctant to answer. She wanted to get married today anyhow. But she refused to sign the marriage certificate without putting a ring on. If not by following rituals, she wanted to get married again by exchanging rings. That’s the least they could do. 

“I’ll wait till my ring is ready.” She looked up with bright eyes. “I hope it won’t take long.” 

Hunter didn’t reply as Zara set Claire’s ring on his palm. He wondered what he’d do with this wedding band now. 

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Stuffing it in his pocket,-he–gave Zara a hand. They both sat inside his car and drove off while a relieved look crossed on his face. 

He seemed glad to not be marrying Zara today. 

Claire was blankly walking in the middle of the street. She didn’t realize that the street had ended and now she was walking in the middle of a busy road. 

A speedy car approached her. It was out of balance. The view of the approaching car and the ear–splitting noise of screeching tyres attracted her attention. 

Her heart jumped in her throat as she saw the car coming towards her. She knew she couldn’t avoid getting run over, hence out of reflex, she covered her face with her hand. 

Much to her bewilderment, the man behind the steering wheel pulled the brakes inches before he ran into her. 

“Do you want to die, lady? What the hell are you doing strolling in the middle of the busy road?” He bellowed coming out of the car. 

Claire hugged her arms. She fought to keep from trembling. Hee whole body felt on edge from the intensity of her vulnerability. 

“Don’t tell me you’re deaf and mute! Say something.” 

The man pinned her with a smoldering gaze. Claire lowered her head. When she looked up, the traffic light was green and all the cars had stopped Luckily she was walking beside the zebra crossing so she rushed and crossed the road and came to the other side. 

When she started moving again, she found her knees prohibiting her walk. They felt like water. She was afraid that if she moved, they might take her down. 

She practised deep breathing. One. Two Three… She counted till ten and shuffled her feet again. Claire pursed her lips together to keep from sobbing. 

She hated the tears forming in her eyes. Why was she affected by the news of their marriage? It was supposed to happen. It was bound to. The reason why she got the divorce tertificate was the impending matrimony of her husband and his lover. 

Despair slithered through her, making her chest constrict. 

“He’s not my husband anymore.” She corrected herself. 

She would have endured their marriage had it not been on her divorce day. Even though she was well acquainted with Zara’s deceptive nature, she couldn’t stop the miserable feeling growing in her chest. 

It crawled down to her abdomen, causing a twitching feeling in her core. She felt her belly throb and the insides of her thighs were disoriented from pain. Even then she pressed on aimlessly. 

Claire didn’t know how long she had been walking. But when she blinked her eyes to clear the veil of tears that had blurred her vision, a worried face of Scott came to view. She noticed behind him and it dawned on her that she had reached her home. However, the dusk had settled and stars were beginning to twinkle like jewels in the sky. 

She looked back at Scott and noticed his eyebrows were drawn together. His lips trembled, and then he shrieked. 

“Keep your phones down, mother fuckers! Don’t you have any sliver of conscience left in you? Stop it Stop it!!! 

The next moment he removed his shirt and put it around her. The action made her go down on the ground with a thud. 

Oh Claire, what have you done to yourself” He wailed as he sight after covering her legs 

Claire perred down and her mouth opened on a yelp 

“M–my baby M–my. She whimpered as grief emerged in her eyes in the form of tears. 

Her bor baggy pants were staked in blood on the inside. She profusely bled And still bleeding 

The bleeding probably caught the beed of onlookers. The fact that he was renowned on the internet made them actively capture her videos, and photos 

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