Regretting Divorce

Chapter 40 

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Hunter searched for Claire’s number on his phone. Her picture grabbed his attention and something twitched in his chest. No, it wasn’t his heart. It was something he couldn’t put his finger on. 

He kept staring at it. He distinctly remembered the day when she had captured a picture of herself on his phone and set it on her contact number. It was on the fifth day of their forced honeymoon that he had to go. 

A restless heave left his mouth as he closed all tabs and set his phone aside. Because minutes after she had set her picture on his phone, he had revealed to her the truth behind their marriage. She was taken aback, but she thought he was joking with her, because there was no way anyone could fake their feelings like he did when he proposed to her to marry him. It was actually the way he proposed to her why she was compelled to marry him as soon as they could. 

Lying back on the bed, Hunter turned out the lights. In the dark he recalled how she had sobbed that night. He had pretended to be asleep in the same bed as her as she had clutched her mouth, crying hysterically. However, she attempted to keep it low so he would not wake up. 

What she was not aware of was that he couldn’t sleep that night either. He was awake with her while she cried her heart out after knowing that she married the man she loved only to be left alone in the marriage. 

Hunter got up rubbing his temples. Those thoughts were haunting him. Claire’s thoughts. Neither could he get them out of his mind nor distract himself to something else. Because everything, somehow much to his guilty conscience, reminded 

him of her. 

He went to the attached bathroom and washed his face. Taking a look at his dead red eyes, Hunter came out. He wore his shirt and hung his coat on his forearm while moving back to his working space where Stacy was sitting on a chair, taking care of the work he left undone. 

“I can’t sleep.” He spoke as Stacy looked over her shoulder with a surprised look as he came to his desk. 

“But sir,” 

“I will finish this work and go back home tonight.” 

Stacy didn’t argue. She sat with him, helping him fimish his work By the time they were done, dusk had unfurled its velvety wings and the winds had become intensely frosty. Everyone was almost gone. 

“There are no meetings scheduled tomorrow, sir. Maybe you can take a day off.” Stacy told him as they entered the elevator together. 

“Hmm,” Hunter responded as he stood in a corner. 

This elevator also made him think about Claire. Not long ago, (five days before their marriage anniversary) they were trapped here due to technical malfunctioning. But it wasn’t boring because Claire flashed herself, sending his body in crazy heat. In an instant, he had her pressed to the metallic wall of the cubicle and made her cum on his fingers twice before he fucked her relentlessly. 

His thought of their steamy encounter was fragmented by Stacy’s cough. Hunter turned to his side and realized that they had come to the lobby. He wished her bye and settled in his car 

At home, he was hesitant to move past the living room. Everywhere was dark. The lights were kept dim and lack of human presence made it feel like a haunted house. Hunter licked his lips defeatedly as he placed his watch and phone on the sofa. 

His plan was to take a few breaths than go crash at Cole’s. He didn’t want to be here. In their house which was full of her memories. 

DOG 

Hunter was about to loosen bis tie and make himself comfortable on the couch when he noticed movement upstairs. He saw a shadow go towards their room. He became warily aware and ascended up, going to their room. 

“Thea, is that you?” He asked as he warily trudged inside his room. 

Wrapped in the embrace of darkness, his room gave him a feeling as that of walking through a haunted house at a fair. The curtains by the wall of windows to his right ripple in a slow breeze. 

Thea, you are… Claire Hunter froze. 

His heart suddenly started beating fast as he watched Claire standing in the balcony, wearing gifted her. 

short flimsy dress he had 

His body ached in need and guilt. This was the dress she was supposed to wear after their anniversary party that night but… Sucking in a deep breath, Hunter peered at her. 

The sky was starless. But the moon seemed to have grown bigger and it was surprisingly right above his mansion, showering it with trails of silver beams. 

Hunter’s legs moved on their own. They took him to Claire. She was standing holding the railing, her hair open and flowing in the soft winds. 

“Claire, how did you come here?” He asked, his voice a whisper. 

Emotions crashed wishing him. He felt so many things at the same time. Hurt, guilt, need, happiness, excitement, enchantment. He was also dazed to see Claire here in their house. He wanted to ask how come? Overall, all he wanted to do was embrace her in his arms and hold her for hours. He missed her. 

He stopped behind her. His hands moved to her waist as he hugged her from the back. 

She fit in his arms, like the last piece of puzzle fitting in the big picture. Hunter inhaled her scent. 

“I missed you so much. I missed you.” He muttered as he pushed her hair to one side. 

Her white skin glowed in the light of the moon. A tide of primal need crashed within him. Hunter clutched her waist tighter as he brought his mouth down on her skin. Before his lips grazed her flesh, his eyes promptly lifted to see her face. Hunter simply wanted to see her reaction when he kissed her. 

His eyes jolted wide as he felt the electric jolt of astonishment surge through his veins. She wasn’t Claire. 

Hunter immediately detached himself from the woman and grumbled from deep in his chest. 

“Zara, what are you doing here?” 

Zara whirled around, batting her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed and a shy smile was adoring her lips. 

“I came here for you, Hunter. She came closer to him, putting her hands around his neck. “And I think Ldid the right thing.” 

“Zara, The need that had arisen in him died a painless death. 

Hunter unlocked Zara’s arms and came back inside the room. 

“You shouldn’t be here, Zara. This is Claire and my house. People will get a wrong idea if they see you here.” 

Zara shadowed her anger behind her innocent look. She followell Hunter back inside the room and held his hand. 

“This WAS Claire and your House, Hunter. It’s going be ours when we marry. And why do you worry about what people will think? We love each other and that’s all that matters” 

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Hunter clenched his teeth as he couldn’t retort back. He stood immobile as Zara kept coming closer. 

He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by doing or saying anything that she didn’t have to listen to 

“I’ll ask my driver to drive you back to the penthouse.” He said and started moving. 

“Hunter,” Zara grabbed his wrist. Bringing his palm to her chest, she pressed it there with her hand. “You feel this. My heart is beating wildly for you. When you held my waist, I became wet for you. I need you. Hunter.” 

Feeling his throat become dry, he pulled his hand back. 

“Zara,” Hunter turned around. “We can’t do it.” 

Since he signed the divorce papers, he didn’t feel himself. It was like a piece of his soul was also torn apart along with his and Claire’s marriage. And the thought of being with Zara as intimately as he was with Claire made his mouth taste bitter. 

“Why, Hunter?” Zara walked to his front and held his cheeks in her fingers. She joined their foreheads. “This is all I have been craving for since you snatched me away from my in–laws‘ grip. I know you want it too. You just said that you miss me.” 

“It wasn’t said for you, Zara. I just…” Hunter paused as his eyes met with hers. 

Zara was intears. Even though he didn’t want to touch her, Hunter wrapped his arms around her shoulders. 

“I’m sorry, Zara. I recently had a divorce and lost my baby. I need time to-” 

“No, I should be sorry. I forgot you must be depressed. I was being selfish and stupid. I’m sorry, Hunter.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” 

“But please, I beg you not to judge my actions. Zara sobbed. I came to your house and wore this dress because I thought you would like it. You liked all of this earlier when we were together. This is how I used to make you at ease and I thought if 

“Hey, hey,” Hunter shook her by the shoulders. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Zara. I know you mean to help me. I will be the last person to ever doubt. So relax.” 

Giving her an assuring smile, Hunter pulled her to his chest again. While he thought he was comforting her in his embrace, Zara’s eyes simmered with anger. She looked like she could kill a person or two. 

She thought Hunter would be hers after the divorce. She was wrong though. So wrong. Because ever since that day, he became detached. He barely spoke to her like a lover or cared about her. He was constantly lost in his thoughts of Claire. 

As if that was not alone worrisome for her, the clip of Claire bleeding made rounds on the internet. Zara had felt light on her feet that Claire had a miscarriage before Hunger learned about the baby. Because if he had, he would have never let go 

of Claire. 

But then, he saw her seeing the clip and had quickly rushed to the hospital Claire was admitted to. And unce he returned, he became even more distant towards her. 

Coming to his house today and wearing Claire’s dress was an attempt to make Hunter make a move on her. Alas, he had to notice her face before his lips touched her. 

I can’t lose you now the deed is fully done, Hunter. You can’t possibly fall in love with Claire after the divorce. She kept her hands from trembling in fury as she kept them around his waist 

Hunter pulled away from her, “Change into something decent. I take you back to the penthouse….” 

“But- 

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“Where we will make dinner and watch a movie. Hunter finished with a small smile as he eagerly wanted to get is house rid 

of Zara. 

“Okay,” Zara said and went to the bathroom. 

He released a breath when he was alone. Sweeping a gaze around the room, he closed his eyes. 

This room had witnessed some of the best intimate moments he had with Claire. Not to mention, this room than it has ever been his. Hence, the faster he took Zara out of here the better. 

n was more hers 

In all honesty, he was not yet ready to let any other woman‘ grace this bedroom with her presence. Im ready 

m ready.” Zara came out within five minutes. 

Hunter took her down. While he asked her to wait outside so he could bring the car to the front to pick her up, Zara looked back in the darkness inside the house. 

“No one can stop me from being the lady of this house. Not even you, Hunter. She muttered while glaring still. 

Zara touched the achy spot between her legs and twisted her lips. 

I’m wet as hell and the idiot won’t touch me.” She rubbed herself. Then her lips curled wickedly. “Guess I have to take care of myself till he is ready to fuck me.” 

She went to a WhatsApp group named ‘Velvet dungeon BDSM group– Bloomcrest and texted: I need rough BBC Dom daddies to take care of my wet cunt. Dm me your pics. I’ll choose the best ones. 

She smirked at the number of Dms she was receiving already, though it’s not been a minute. Zara chose the best seven and made an appointment to meet them at the club tomorrow. Meanwhile, Hunter arrived and she sat in his car. 

As they began to drive out, she was more excited about tomorrow than the night she was going to spend watching a movie with Hunter, 

Tbc… 

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