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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14: Bygones
The rise of sweet Autumn. Sweet October. Her mid length hair neatly combed. Her pearl earrings giving her the confident she always wanted. She missed fixing her nails, but there was nothing she could do. As Clara strolled toward her office, her gaze landed on Kage. Down the hall he was seated on his wheelchair; not like she expected him to be off it. His expression was unreadable, a perfect poker face as he sat chatting with Doctor Salomé. Clara’s eyes narrowed, anger flaring inside her. She blinked, doubting herself for a moment — but no, it was definitely Kage. The fact that he was talking to Salomé, who she always loathed, only made her blood boil more."Stupid Bitch!" Clara said In a low, bitter whisper before turning sharply and heading to her office. •Ping. Trying to settle her thoughts, Clara checked her phone and smiled faintly as she saw her salary had been paid. "Oh Clara, you are a wicked genius" She praised herself " Good hard work" she added.
13: I am a star
A lot of people dread Mondays but not this one. It was a day off the rigid hospital stench, a day off Nancy Tosh's preying eyes and a day off at home for Clara. She was extremely grateful for the break, especially with her midterm exam looming. Determined to prepare, she sifted through the stack of assignments, Quizzies and Projects on her desk. Feeling the weight of her cardiology PhD program settle on her shoulders–thoughts about quitting crept in. "No! I can't chicken out" she muttered. Her mind drifted to him, Kage. He was always quick to help her, breaking down complex concepts into something she could understand. She recalled when he would even make the projects ahead without her knowing. A reluctant smile tugged at her lips before she cussed under her breath at him. "That son of a gun!" She wasn’t about to give up; she'd tackle these assignments head-on. She would prove to him he was nothing more than a crippled, worthless, down-casting loser! She
12: Very mindful
The perfect Saturday evening. Kage was shirtless in sweatpants, working out in his mansion gym. Deep breath , Beads of sweat and a goal. Fitness matters. He had just finished a set on the leg press machine and eased down onto the nearby bench, muscles aching but steady breaths calm. His gaze settled on the glass of kale juice Roseanne had made for him. The green liquid sat there, thick; unappealin and staring at him like an unwelcomd nemesis. He dreaded it but knew Roseanne only meant well. She surely does. It was his day off. Yet as a general surgeon, Kage knew the hospital could call at any moment if an emergency came up. Not like he wouldn't pass the case to the next available qualified doctor. He had so much to manage, his life and companies included. The morning had been a blend of food and exercise; now, past midday, he was still here, reluctant but disciplined. Not like it was effective but Roseanne wouldn't let him slack and he loved that. She was the only perso
11: Worse day–better days.
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10: Gossip on praises
Kage sat outside the hospital café, sipping slowly on his water as he waited for John to come pick him up. Sterile smell, The hum of the city buzzed around him, but his thoughts were focused on yesterday — the day Clara had shown up at his office unwelcom as always. It seems like something she would do but why? Was she fully aware he was working here now, deliberately stirring drama? Or was she simply blind to the reality, blindly walking into his life without care? She was getting more erratic. Not shocking at all.John would sight him quick. Since the cafe wasn't far from the parking lot, Kage remained seated in his wheelchair, watching people pass by. His attention was drawn to a family; mother and two daughters—who kept glancing his way, curiosity writ clear on their faces. Soon, the woman approached.She seemed hesitant at first .“I’m Jane,” she said warmly. “I just wanted to thank you. You saved my husband.”Kage blinked, the face not immediately coming to mind, but he smi
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