Running After my Secret Billionaire Ex-Wife by Yoonworks

Can drifted to sleep while Clara stared at her daughter for a long moment as her question lingered in her mind for a long time.

She wasn’t mad at Callum anymore, but after what he did to her, she didn’t know if she would still forget it. She had forgiven him the moment she turned his back on her, as he cut him off without hesitating so that even her grudge against him would be buried together with the love she had for him.

She doesn’t want to move forward with baggage carrying Callum that might push her mind to think more of him. She was desperate to leave at that moment. She was willing to erase him from her life.

She wasn’t mad at him, but she didn’t care anymore-nor have feelings for him. All the love she had for Callum was now poured into her daughter. Nothing really matters to her anymore.

“Good luck, Mommy,” Cara cheered for her when the next day came and she watched her mom prepare to go to work.

Clara smiled and crouched down to level her.

“By good here, okay? Call me when there’s a problem. Next time, I’m going to bring you to the playground too,” she said, mimicking how she called the company the playground.

Cara nodded and smiled as she leaned closer and kissed her cheek, Ciara kissed her cheek back and caressed her arm.

She was inspired to start the day as she bid goodbye to her beautiful daughter in her long dress with a ribbon on the chest while she was holding the ear of her bunny.

She was used to driving on her own, while the guards who had been guarding her for years were used to tailing behind her as they would surreptitiously

look out for her.

She’s in her sports car-a black Mercedes that added to her air of superiority as she put her black glasses on and started driving.

She lets the window down, as she wants to enjoy the fresh air of the morning while she drives smoothly.

There wasn’t really that much traffic, so she let her speed go to sixty, as every time she passed over the other cars, they would glance at her with their jaws dropping. It was so rare that there was a woman who was driving a sports car when, in fact, she wasn’t the first time who had done it

When the red light came, she slowed down until she stopped first and waited for the green light to pop out. Another car stopped beside her-which was a sports car, as she could see it in her peripheral vision.

When its window slowly rolled down, the driver seemed to be looking at her; she could feel its eyes watching her critically.

She knew her power as a woman. She has a beauty that captures every man’s attention as if she were that art in the museum that would make everyone

stop just to look at her and be amazed by every part of her.

And it wasn’t the first time that she got that attention. Though she wasn’t really interested in men lately as she was only focused on her daughter, she gave him her slight attention and glanced at the man who kept on looking at her.

But what shocked her wasn’t just a stranger. It was Callum! Her ex-husband was in his tuxedo, his hand on the steering wheel, while his eyes were watching her critically.

Thank G o d she was wearing glasses; it didn’t show in her eyes how they slightly widened; instead, she kept her thin lips in a line as she went her attention back on the road as if she didn’t know him completely. Or she can’t even remember him.

She doesn’t want to give Callum that satisfaction to extract any reaction out of her; instead, she remains calm and unbothered without showing any tenseness that she had seen a ghost that suddenly came from the dead, as she even caressed her neck and tilted her head a bit, bored by waiting for the green light to appear.

in het peripheral vision, she could still see Callum glancing at her from time to time, and even the way he gripped his steering wheel with a slight clanch of the jaw was very vivid to her

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Ciara was already expecting that once she would be back in New York, there would be times that she would bump into Callum or that they would meet. But she promised herself she wouldn’t give him that special treatment, as if he could easily talk to her or approach her like they could talk casually like nothing happened in the past.

Yes, she already moved on, but it didn’t include that she would be casual to him-nor even friends. It never crossed her mind, nor was it in her

Vocabulary.

When the green light hit, she drove just fast enough as she looked in the side mirror and saw how Callum’s car was nearing hers again.

She raised her brow. What, a s s h o l e? Asking for a race?

Seconds later, Callum’s sports car was already beside her as he glanced at her again. She didn’t glance back and just sped up until she was now advancing.

She looked at the side mirror again and saw that Callum seemed desperate to level with her again. She maneuvered her car to the other lane just so th

they wouldn’t level again to see if Callum was purposely leveling with her. That’s why, when Callum switched sides until he leveled on her again, she was already convinced that he was doing it purposefully.

She glanced at his side. Callum glanced well in his serious expression. She won’t lie to herself and say that the a s s h o e is always that good-looking, in spite of his intensity,

When she remembered that he was the father of her daughter and how Cara asked about him last night, she suddenly thought about how Cara might react if she told her that she met her father on the street riding in his sports car too,

Though she has no plans on introducing Cara to him, Cara’s hopeful eyes flashed in her mind as she suddenly felt bad for her daughter.

She was afraid that, just like what Callum did to her, he would abandon her too. That he would choose another woman-another family, instead of choosing them-nor her child.

There was an anger that slowly rose to the surface while she was thinking about it, and it irked her that she was now desperate to get away with Callum.

She pressed the screen of her dashboard and called Gwen. She hasn’t said anything yet, it seems like Gwen already knows the drill.

“I know. Your bodyguards will distract him, so he can’t keep up with you anymore,” Gwen said.

Ciara looked in the side mirror and saw how a car blocked Callum’s way as they were slowing him down.

Three of the cars of the men of Sullivan were now blocking him from keeping up with Ciara. Now that she didn’t want him to come near her, she knew that Callum would never have that fate or luck she purposely built for him in the past so she could climb him up. But this time, she has already burned the bridge that she made, and Callum can’t get to her so easily.

She was the mastermind from the past, after all, which is why Callum entered her life. And now that she doesn’t want him anymore, she knows that without her effort, Callum can’t even get to where she is.

She entered the building of the Sullivan on that day. As she walked to the lobby, all of the staff were lined up at the sides to welcome her.

Clara stopped for a while, as she didn’t expect the warm welcome, while all of them bowed a bit.

“Welcome to the company, Miss Ciara,” they a

all greeted:

Clara took her glasses out of her eyes and glanced at them as she nodded and smiled a bit. Chance walked toward her and clapped slowly while chuckline.

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He walked toward her and handed the bouquet of flowers while another staff member walked toward her as well-Chance’s secretary, who was holding. a champagne flute and a champagne drink as she poured one for Clara

“Wow. I didn’t know you’d be this extra on the first day of my work here.” Ciara chuckled.

“Oh, anything for our baby, sis,” he smirked and handed the flower.

She slowly forgot that she was a bit p**d about what happened earlier when she remembered Callum, and she got hurt that her daughter was a bit hopeful for her father, whom she doesn’t know who abandoned them in the first place.

You will never touch my daughter, Callum. She is mine. You might be her father, but you have no right to claim the baby whom you abandoned.