2: Fake, pearl and tears
Author: I. B Gray
last update2025-06-08 16:50:33

 2: Fake, pearl and tears

   "I said , what. Is. This. Clara?" Kage snapped. 

 Clara scoffed and moved back in disgust. She wasn't even ready to see what he was showing her till he got closer and held the phone up for her. 

 Her face flushed, red in shame. Her hand trembled as she took his phone and brought it closer to her face. 

 "No. This is fake" she whispered. 

 Unbelievable! 

 Kage's expression remained cold and his eyes were blazing. From her trembling hands to her quivering lips, he knew she was shameless. 

 "This is fake, Kage. You know what people do with AI these days” she continued staring. 

 His brows connected "What's fake?" Kage asked. 

 Clara gulped. Her arms dropped, she retained the phone as she stared everywhere but his eyes. 

  "Is it your naked body? Your new pearl earrings?" He intoned sarcastically "Or Matt behind you?" He snatched his phone from her. 

  Moving hair off her face, Clara pretended to cry. She made the face, her lips bend but no tears. 

 "My best friend, Clara. Why? How could you do this to me?" He demanded. 

 Her demeanor shifted; the shame was gone, replaced by her usual arrogance. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she moved away from him. Her arms went up, she obviously wanted to say something but she dropped them.

 "This was today" He said as she turned the phone to her "Your earrings, this was why you came back late." 

 Clara shrugged. She looked around, still avoiding his gaze. Her phone beeped, another message and when she looked up, she laughed. She was getting agitated , her menacing laughter was just a cheap cover up.

 “Talk to me, Clara. Are you cheating on me with my best friend, Matt? Huh? Answer me!”

 "What can you even do about it? NOTHING!" Clara replied, bursting the calm and replacing it with arrogance, disrespect and not a single trace of remorse.

 She placed her hands on her hips " I am human, you...you have been in the wheelchair for months Kage, of what use are you?" 

 His jaw dropped as he tilted his head to the side. Her arrogant shamelessness had gone on long enough, and he wouldn’t tolerate it any longer. Not when he knew his worth. Not when he did all he was meant to do.

 "I made you, Clara. Don't push me." Kage snarled.

 Clara burst into laughter. She collapsed on the wall, holding her stomach like it was the most amusing thing she ever heard in her entire life.

 "You made me? You, a vegetable?" She held her chest as she bent to meet his face “Come on Kage, you and I both know, you are nothing Kage, I made myself." she stood straight towering over her husband.

 Now kicking her shoes off, Clara walked to her dresser and opened it. She stared at it for a second before turning back to face him.

 "I was already a person before I married you. And yes, I married you because I thought you had the money, shouldn't you be grateful for bagging a chic like me?" She smirked.

 Irked, Kage shook his head. Hearing this from his wife didn't only vex him, he realized he had been with a shameless woman. The woman he had and would have given everything for.

 Despite all he had done for her.

 "Money? Does that warrant you to cheat on me? And with my best friend?" He wondered.

 The genuine shock on his face enticed Clara. She sat on the dresser, watching as he moved his eyes, searching for a reason. 

 Deep down, she knew he wouldn't be able to do without her. Deep down, she felt he wasn't even worthy of her time.

 "Two years" she rolled her eyes.

 His brows connected. "What?" 

 "Yes, you heard right. We've been together for two years. Right under your nose and you were too stupid enough to realize" she scoffed. 

 Thinking, his eyes remained on her. He thought about how he had missed the cheating signs; he thought about how he had been too deeply in love to let her walk over him and her ignorance vexed him.

 He felt like a fool. He felt disappointed. 

 "All you cared about was being a surgeon, who does that?" She yelled and stood up. Her phone rang and she ignored. "Does everyone have to survive around you?" 

 Kage gasped. “You're mad I saved people?" He asked in genuine confusion. "You are a cheat, don't give reasons. Don't blame money because I made sure I gave you everything you needed and more. Do not blame my job, I was a surgeon before you married me, I have been saving people before you married me. You cheated. It's your fault, aren't you even ashamed"

 Clara scoffed.

 Her phone rang again and she stared at it. Her expression was readable; Matt had been calling.

 "So, he is calling you after he sent the video?" Kage asked "You cheated on me with him. With someone that doesn't even res..." 

 "At least he isn't disabled" Clara interrupted. "He knows my worth and he doesn't tarnish my image. I got promoted and he wasn't freaked out about it. He even offered to take me out and celebrate me. And guess what, that car, it was him. Yes. Beat me."

 Watching her made him nauseous. Her vile excuses, her still blaming everything and everyone but herself, Kage turned to go. He navigated the wheelchair heading out, he already had enough for one night but what she said next stopped him right on his tracks.

 "Useless. And you wondered how everything happened?" She jeered "You are weak. You have been pathetically weak and even now you won't still be able to do something." 

 Turning his chair around Kage glared at her. Thinking he was madly in love with her before irked it to his marrow. 

 "You've had enough shame for a day, Clara. Do you want me to spell out the shame for you?" Kage said.

 He knew there was no point raging over someone that doesn't deserve him. He knew he was worth more than her nagging and shamelessness. He knew she wanted something still but he wasn't ready for her.

 He was disappointed and bittered. A woman he had done everything for.

 He made her grow, the promotion, the job, the PhD she'd been yapping about; he made them all happen for her. Even in the shadows, it was all him, him, him. 

 "I never expected you to stoop so low, Clara. I am disappointed," he intoned as he stared deep in her eyes "I don't think I ..." 

 "You don't think you can do this anymore?" She Interrupted as usual.

 She had been waiting for this moment. Pure pride.

 The smile on her was the brightest Kage had ever seen as she brought out a pen and paper from her dresser. Waving on Kage's face, she laughed.

 "I have been sick of you for so long already" she waited as he read the paper "I already signed the divorce, sign yours." 

 Kage was shocked. A divorce paper? She had divorce papers in this very room? For how long? How? How had he been so blind. 

 Without hesitation, Kage signed it. 

 A triumphant smile across his face as he noticed her uncertain expression. Too late, game on.

 "You can keep the house, I will move out tomorrow" he informed as he rode out.

 She slammed the door. The silence was deafening and for the first time since he met her, he knew he did the right thing.

 "FUCKKKKK!" he heard her scream.

 They had gotten divorced. But Clara was too proud to realize that she had made the worst mistake in her life. 

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