Regretting Divorce

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Hunter stood stock–still. He watched as her lips twisted and she eyed him like he was a filthy, disgusting creature. 

“You have lost every right to touch me, Mr. MacIntyre.” 

Her tone threw him off his composure. He took a step back and lowered his hand. While he fisted his fingers as he couldn’t feel her skin, she looked in his eyes with a hardness he was not used to seeing coming from her. 

“Why are you here, Hunter? What made you waste fite precious days of your life like that? I’m shocked to see you here honestly. Shouldn’t you be in bed with your new wife, enjoying your time with her?” Hunter ignored her piercing tone and regarded her again. 

She appeared more miserable than before. It was as if in these five days she lost more weight of hers. 

When his eyes came back to her face, she gave him a lopsided sarcastic smirk, “Not so pretty compared to your new hot 

wife?” 

“Will you keep your mouth shut for a while, Claire Macintyrel Hunter grumbled as he came forward to seeth in her face. Regret slammed through him as he realized what he called her. 

“I mean, Claire, He corrected and looked away. 

“I wonder why you keep calling me MacIntyre still? You’ve been curious to get rid of me all the time.” 

Hunter didn’t bring his face up. It was getting really hard for Claire. She didn’t come here to see him quiet and expressionless. 

If he waited to meet her for five days, he better have something to speak and express 

His silence persisted. When Claire couldn’t bear it any more she turned around. 

Her departure was prevented as Hunter caught her wrist. He whirled her around. He yanked her to his chest and joined their foreheads while his hot and spasming fingers captured her waist 

“It was my baby too, Claire! How do you think I should be reacting if not like this? You expected me to smirk at you? Laugh at you and say I am happy the baby is gone? I’m dying inside. I don’t say anything doesn’t mean it’s not affecting me.” 

He pulled her closer and spoke in her face, “I was half dead when Zara showed me the clip of you bleeding. I knew what it was and the fact that it happened because of me makes me want to kill myself. I may be a brute, but I didn’t want our baby to suffer this fate. I didn’t want you to go through- 

“And still I am here. Claire freed herself from his hold. 

Convulsing with fury, she pointed at him, “Tm here because of you. I lost my baby because of you, Hunter.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“It was my baby too, Claire,” 

“No, it wasn’t. She yelled as she pushed him back. “It wasn’t your baby. It was mine and mine alone. And you killed it.” “Claire,” Hunter tried to hold her hands. 

“My baby paid for your mistakes, Hunter,” She trembled with tears streaming out of her eyes. 

Over these days, she had imagined what she would say to him and how she would treat him. Now when he was truly in front 

of her, all she felt was a cruel pain in her chest. Her knees also became mush, threatening to take her down o the floor which she least wanted to happen. 

“Claire, stop crying. You will—” 

Throwing his arms away from her, she moved backwards, and cut in, “I swore not long ago to make you pay, Hunter MacIntyre. It’s time that you hear it too. You will not be able to live your life as happily as you thought you would with your new wife. Both of you will pay for my baby’s death.” 

“Life for a life, Hunter. Blood for blood. Soul for soul.” She repeated those words she had been chanting in her mind and swung around 

Hunter didn’t stop her as she went inside her ward and slammed the door shut. 

He stood there, staring at the door, as he muttered to himself, “I am not married to her. I didn’t marry her. I couldn’t…” He ran a hand through his hair and took a few steps back.. 

Moving around, he entered the cubicle and went down where he met Cole, 

“How did it go? Cole rushed to him as he saw Hunter. 

To his astonishment, Hunter summoned his driver with his car. He settled inside and departed without saying a word. 

A week later, 

Claire arched her brows at her friend who has taken over the job of being her personal caretaker ever since she came back home. 

“What’s wrong in wanting my phone back, Penny? I want to see what’s going on in the world. Give it to me.” Claire forwarded her hand with her palm open for Penelope. 

“Why don’t you go out with me to the garden? Scott planted black rose seeds and I heard from the housekeeping staff the buds are starting to show. Penelope tried to change the topic. 

“Oh Claire, I have only seen black roses in comics and movies. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to see them with our own eyes? I heard that the gardener is using some kind of stimulating compost to make the roses grow faster and healthier.” 

“If you’re done with your attempt to change the topic, give me my phone. I’m not in the mood to go out.” Claire closed and opened the fingers in a gesture to ask for her phone. 

Penelope worriedly bit her lips as she thought of another excuse 

She had managed to keep Claire away from her phone all this while. But now it seemed she wasn’t going to be contained. 

However, the internet was still trending with her news of miscarriage. Tags of her name were trending. Some of the influencers have gone too far with their creativity, making reels and shorts on her, showing her story like it was fictional. 

Claire couldn’t see it. Not now. She was doing better without those things. 

There’s nothing good on the internet these days, you know. The Rocha sisters and their indecent controversies will give you a headache. Penelope grinned sheepishly as she scratched her head. 

She apologized to the Rocha Sisters- non–identical twin sisters from one of the famous and rich families in Bloomcrest who are known for their notorious dating history, and controversies that keep them in limelight on the internet constantly 

in her mind as she had to use them as an excuse. 

Claire didn’t buy her lie. She motioned with her fingers again to which Penelope had to draw her phone out of her pocket 

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and hand it to her 

“You can skip social media and check the messages from your relatives and friends right away Penelope suggested it as she sat next to her to see which app she was going to open first. 

“You know I hate orders and I like to do what is asked to not do.” 

With that Claire started Inst grm and her face began to lose its color that t 

took seven days to come back. 

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