Kage's Revenge: Not All Are Forgiven

3: Gone with the wind

Chapter 3: Gone with the wind

 He woke in the quiet solitude of his bedroom, the emptiness of a strange comfort after months of simmering Love. First things first, his wheelchair had to go. Folding it up, he grinned. He wouldn’t be needing it again. 

  He showered, dressed in a crisp, tailored suit; a far cry from the worn bathrobe he’d been living in. Then, he gathered his important documents and the things he needed. 

 "Now this is Kage Alen" he chuckled to himself in front of the mirror. He knew he had become the man. The man he was always meant to be.

 Descending the stairs, the tinge of raw egg filled his nostrils. 

 The kitchen was a chaotic mess: Green liquid greased the counter next to the unwashed blender. A half-filled glass jar, still containing kale juice was placed next to raw kales— signs of Clara's hasty departure for her usual Friday morning jog.  

 "Great" he muttered, utterly disgusted.

 Kage knew he would miss this place, the mini-duplex that had once felt like a home, now a poignant reminder of years he wasted. Some people don't deserve second chances, a lesson he learned.  

 Maybe be might miss the place. Maybe not.

 Ignoring the mess, he sat across the kitchen and stared at the house one last time. He already texted his lawyer, Alfie, scheduling a meeting for that morning at his mansion, then called for a driver. 

 While he waited, a car horn blared outside. Too early. It wasn't his usual car, so he remained seated, his composure undisturbed. His driver called to inform him of his arrival.

 The noise made him look first through the window; as if he wasn't disappointed enough. There was Clara in her Bentley. Beside her was Matt, they were busy, shamelessly making out at the front of his house. The sight was nauseating; their shameless display of affection only confirmed the bitter truth of the night before. She should be taught a lesson.

 As Kage walked back to his room, he smirked. His folded wheelchair sat at the corner where he had kept it. He had wanted to send for it but that was all he needed at the moment for the lesson. The perfect disguise.

 Fixing his poker face, Kage opened the door. He nearly smiled as he wondered if he looked pathetic enough navigating his wheelchair chair to his car. Close enough, the drive 'assisted' him into the car, causing him to laugh.

 He heard Clara call his name, but he didn't look back.

 "John, get my things, they're already packed" he Instructed his driver.

 Inside the car, he felt a strange sense of calm as he watched Clara rush towards him, her face a mask of disbelief. More disbelief as she looked back to see the driver with Kage things. 

 "You are so unbelievable" she hissed "like you would make it out there? You are nothing!" She smirked, but she was surprised. Who owned the car that her ex-husband just hopped in. When did he suddenly own a driver? Must be an Uber.

 "Can we go now, Sir?" John asked.

 Kage stared at Clara. Her hands firmly holding the window, closing it would escalate the whole thing.

 "Let go of my window, Clara" Kage uttered.

 Clara’s attack escalated. "Your window? You won't last a day out there," she spat. "You think of yourself better to leave! You will be back begging. I'm still your boss at the hospital, Kage. I’ll make sure you stay down, your medical clearance, your history, down the drain! I will wreck your application the moment I see it."

 Dramatic.

 Kage just laughed. “Good luck,” he said. As soon as she left, he gestured to the driver, a simple nod.

  "You think because you got a Range Rover to pick you up means you're perfect?" Clara shrieked. "This is all a shitshow. You ordered a Range Rover just to piss me off? You'll be back here begging, crawling back to me!"

 Her rage only fueled his amusement. Just him leaving had made her hostile, the rage when she would get to see him walking.

  Kage simply smirked at her. He could almost taste her rage, the bitter disappointment that warred with her anger. How shallow to think he would stay after such disrespect from her. As if she couldn't disappoint her enough. Besides, they were now divorced and it was legal.

 "Clara, Come here." 

 He caught a glimpse of Mark in Clara's car; his expression smug–Kage aimed to end that.

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 The drive to his penthouse mansion was quite long, like driving from one life to another. One reality to another, the range Rover car gliding effortlessly through the city. 

 His penthouse—a modern marvel of glass and steel—offered breathtaking panoramic views of the city. Inside, Alfie, his lawyer, waited patiently.

 Alfie's surprise was evident. "Sir… Mr. Allen, you look… good," he said, his gaze lingering on Kage's newly regained mobility. "…you are walking! That is… that is great!" 

  Kage shrugged and took a seat. An old portrait of him and his family hung hugely on the wall causing a smile to break through. 

 "And the wheelchair?" Alfie said as he watched John walk into the house with it. with it

 "Will you keep it?" 

 "Do you need a wheelchair, Alfie?" Kage asked with a wry smile.

 Alfie shook his head, his eyes widening as he grasped the full meaning of Kage's return. He had a lot of questions, like how did it happen? The doctors said he wouldn't walk. How was it that one sudden fall suddenly revived his legs? The doctors might as well have pushed him over the hospital bed a long time ago. Maybe he could have been upright all these months. 

Yet, Alfie didn't ask. If his boss doesn't want to tell him now, he would gladly wait for it.

  "Freshly divorced. So, I'm visiting Alen Creed Hospital and Pharmacy," Kage announced. "A small meeting with the top few top managers, I need you to fix that on Monday."

 “You… you divorced her, boss?” Alfie asked. 

 “We divorced each other. I mean, she initiated it and I simply went through with it.” Kage replied.

 Alfie heaved a heavy sigh. “Finally,” he muttered under his breath like a heavy weight had been lifted from his chest.

 “What was that?” Kage asked, a smirk forming on the side of his mouth.

 “Um.. nothing sir.” Alfie quickly nodded. But deep down, he had always seen through Clara’s makeup. He had never liked her. And turns out, his feelings had been valid afterall.

 "It's good to have you back, Mr. Allen" Alfie said, a hint of awe in his voice.

  Kage picked up his phone, his revenge wouldn't be salty if it doesn't start soon. He couldn't help but grin for what he was going to do be next.

 He called his bank manager who picked the call almost immediately. Dead silent, he could almost hear the heart beating from the other end.

 "Mr. Allen Kage, you always email" She muttered before clearing her throat "What would you like for us to do for you today, Sir?" 

 "My accounts. Block all cards with Clara's name on them. The PhD finds too, Stop the monthly allowance." his voice firm and to the point before ending the call.

 Alfie sat silently, avoiding Kage's gaze, understanding the finality of that decision. The man before him was different; mighty, stronger than any point of life he had seen him. 

 "Do you want to talk about the situation sir?" Alfie asked. 

 Kage's gaze shifted, it rested on the folded wheelchair John had left. The plan brewed.

 "You want to know what happened? Well, since you are a lawyer, why don’t you figure it out yourself? You’ve got the paper works and everything. Besides, you are the smarter one here." Then Kage stood up. “As for me, I am about to teach my ex-wife a really great lesson, one she would never forget in her entire life. And by the time I am done with her, she will come crawling to me for forgiveness.” 

 “But Alfie,” he said turning to the old lad, “It would be too late, cause she would find out that not all are forgiven.”

 Alfie smiled, soaking up all of his words. “What do you plan to do first, sir?”