Chapter 119 Chapter 119
Clara slammed her apartment door shut so hard that the sound echoed through the hall. Her heels clicked on the floor as she threw her purse across the couch. Her phone and lipstick rolled out, but she didn’t care. Her chest was rising and falling fast.
“He said he’s moved on?” she muttered, pacing back and forth. “He said he forgave me?”
She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at herself. Her makeup was perfect, her red dress hugged her figure, but her eyes were full of anger.
“How dare he talk to me like that?” she hissed. “After everything I did for him?”
She picked up an old picture of her and Adrian from the table — both smiling happily by the beach. Without thinking, she threw it on the floor. The glass shattered loudly.
“I made you who you are, Adrian,” she said bitterly. “And now you want to replace me with that woman?”
Her jaw tightened as she sank into the couch, breathing hard. “Savannah…” she said the name slowly, her lips curling with hate. “She thinks she’s won. She thinks she can take my place.”
She took off her heels and grabbed a glass of wine, gulping it down fast. Her mind was full of Adrian’s calm voice earlier that day. He didn’t even argue or shout — he just told her he had moved on, that he was happy.
“Moved on?” she laughed dryly. “We’ll see how long that happiness lasts.”
Her anger slowly turned into something darker. Clara was not the type to cry or beg. She was the type that destroyed.
She leaned back and whispered, “I’ll make her regret ever meeting you, Adrian. I’ll make you regret ever leaving me.”
Clara stood and walked to her bedroom. She opened a drawer and brought out a small silver box. Inside were pictures, notes, and a flash drive — the one she took from Adrian’s company when they were still together.
She smiled as she brushed her fingers over it. “I knew one day you’d push me too far,” she said.
She placed the box on the table and poured another drink. “You think you can just build a new life and forget me? No, Adrian. I’m still part of your story. You can’t erase me.”
Her eyes darkened as she remembered Savannah’s calm face the day she met her at the charity event. That gentle smile, that soft voice — it made her blood boil.
“She looked so innocent,” Clara muttered. “That’s how women like her always look before they ruin everything.”
She turned to the window, watching the rain begin to fall outside. “You took what’s mine, Savannah,” she said softly, gripping her glass tight. “Now I’ll take something from you.”
She picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she stopped at one name — Lorenzo. A man who handled dirty jobs for people who could pay well.
Clara: “We need to talk. I have work for you.”
She pressed send and smiled coldly. “Let’s see how peaceful your little world stays when I walk back into it.”
She sipped her drink slowly, her eyes on the city lights. She looked calm now — too calm — like a storm that had finally decided where to strike.
The night outside was quiet, but inside her heart, war had already begun.
Clara lifted her glass one more time and whispered with a smirk, “Cheers to the end of your peace, Savannah. You won’t see me coming.”