Chapter 11 Exes
Ansel glared at Clarence before turning on his heel and walking off, leading me and henson withchin
Once we reached the car, Benson gave his brother a thumbs upp “Aneel, you were anasing back there!
“You have no idea. I never liked Clarence, even back in school. I always had the reeling that he had ulterior motive when it came to Janelle,” Aneel replied
The two brothers chatted like I wasn’t even there I listened quietly, letting them speak up on my behalf
Suddenly, a warm feeling washed over me. At least there were still people who believed in me
The truth was, I had already moved on. After everything I’d been through, there was in more room for healtatlon
Right then, Ansel’s sharp gaze landed on Benson. “Are you planning on letting go anytime soon?”
Benson snapped out of it and quickly released me. “I I was pet…”
“It’s fine. Thank you for earlier,” I replied.
I knew Benson had only stepped in because he couldn’t stand how Clarence had treated me. Honestly, It gave me a bit of a confidence boost.
Benson was younger and far better looking than Clarence, and I was sure that had bruised his ego
Sure enough, that night, Clarence showed up outside my apartment.
Thad just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorland turn, followed by several failed attempts at the passcode thought someone was trying to break in and immediately called the security guards.
After watching the surveillance footage they sent me, I couldn’t help but laugh. It was Clarence.
1 took a deep breath before opening the door.
He clearly hadn’t expected that and nearly stumbled forward. I stepped aside, lifting my hand to block him with whatever I was holding
The moment he realized I was keeping my distance, he sneered “Janelle, we’ve barely been divorced, and you’ve already moved on? A university student? That’s sick. Ansel’s brother, no less. Ever heard of boundaries?”
He went on and on, throwing accusations like punches. However, I just stood there and stared at him.
When Clarence finally ran out of breath, Finhaled slowly. “Clarence, does Ivana know you’re here?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he countered.
I smiled and tilted my phone toward him. The number was quened up, ready to dial.
Clarence’s expression darkened the moment he saw that. “What are you trying to do?”
“If your memory’s still intact, then you should remember that we’re divorced. And, you cheated. I didn’t make a fuss to save your dignity. Who I see now is none of your business, so don’t push it,” I warned him.
In the past, I had always let him take the lead. This was the first time I pushed back, and it clearly caught him off guard.
Even then, I didn’t let my expression waver. After a long pause, he scowled. “So this is how it’s going to be?”
“What do you want from me, Clarence?”
I couldn’t wrap my head around how he could resent me and still keep showing up. Was it only after the divorce that he realized we’d never been tight for each other?
No. He was definitely scheming something.
As worst–case scenarios filled my mind, my face tightened.
“Ivana’s a great woman,” Clarence began. “She treats me well. You and I didn’t work, so I had no choice but to move on with her.”
“So?” I said flatly.
There was no point in him explaining anything now, but he kept talking anyway. It was as if saying it out loud would make him feel better.
In the end, security guards showed up and escorted him out.
Clarence was drunk, and I didn’t want to deal with the drama, so I called Ivana. Oddly enough, she was already downstairs but refused to come up. She insisted that security take him down instead.
Later that night, Ivana posted a video that wasn’t subtle at all. She wrote, “A proper ex should be like the dead, They don’t hang around making a scene.”
