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I Am Rich Again Chapter 82
“Who are you, and why are you asking me this question?” Claire demanded, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She could sense something off about this stranger who appeared out of nowhere, intruding into her life in the dead of night, probing into her personal affairs. The darkness around her seemed to amplify the tension, making her acutely aware of every rustle and shadow.John scratched his head, desperately searching for the right words to say. “I am…” he started, but then he caught himself. He couldn’t afford to blow his cover. If Jeffrey or Gabriel found out that he knew Gabriel had a wife, it could ruin everything.“That’s nothing to worry about,” he said, trying to sound confident despite the anxiety twisting in his gut. “Just tell me, are you Gabriel Blake’s wife?”Claire’s heart pounded in her chest. She felt a surge of anger mixed with fear. Who was this man to come into her life and ask such a personal question? She looked him over, noticing the way his eyes darted around ne
I Am Rich Again Chapter 83
The next day, John didn’t waste any time. He rushed over to Claire’s house, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. He stood outside, concealed by the shadows of a large oak tree, waiting for the moment she would come out. He knew better than to approach her at the door; he didn’t want to scare her into calling the police.John’s plan hinged on Claire taking her child to school. He hoped that the little girl he had seen with her yesterday would be leaving soon. He waited, each second stretching out like an eternity, his breath shallow and quick. The morning air was cool and crisp, and he could hear the distant hum of traffic and the chirping of birds, but all his senses were focused on the house.After what felt like forever, but was only thirty minutes, the front door finally opened. Claire and her child stepped out into the morning light. Claire’s face was serene, her eyes crinkled in a gentle smile as she held her daughter’s hand. The little girl, a spitting ima
I Am Rich Again Chapter 84
The next day, John didn’t waste any time. He rushed over to Claire’s house, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. He stood outside, concealed by the shadows of a large oak tree, waiting for the moment she would come out. He knew better than to approach her at the door; he didn’t want to scare her into calling the police. John’s plan hinged on Claire taking her child to school. He hoped that the little girl he had seen with her yesterday would be leaving soon. He waited, each second stretching out like an eternity, his breath shallow and quick. The morning air was cool and crisp, and he could hear the distant hum of traffic and the chirping of birds, but all his senses were focused on the house. After what felt like forever, but was only thirty minutes, the front door finally opened. Claire and her child stepped out into the morning light. Claire’s face was serene, her eyes crinkled in a gentle smile as she held her daughter’s hand. The little girl, a spitting i
I Am Rich Again Chapter 85
“What do you want from me and my child?” Claire asked, her voice trembling with barely contained fear. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, as she drove the car gently through the dark, winding road. The tension that enveloped her was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to tighten the very air around them. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her anxiety making her every movement rigid and deliberate.John, seated beside her, turned and studied her carefully. He noticed the glistening beads of sweat trickling down her face, tracing erratic paths over her pale skin. Her eyes were wide with fear, darting from the road to him and back again, as if expecting him to pounce at any moment. The dim light from the dashboard cast eerie shadows across her features, accentuating the lines of worry etched into her face.John shifted his gaze to the backseat, where Claire’s child sat, a small, fragile figure in the dim light. The child’s eyes were wide wit
I Am Rich Again Chapter 86
John was completely astounded by the fact that Claire also knew that Gabriel Blake, her husband, was gay. He hadn’t expected her to know, and so he had wanted to use it as a tool against Gabriel Blake. But it was surprising that she already knew.John and Claire did not have another conversation regarding that until they had dropped the child off at school. Claire drove and parked closer to a coffee shop. The atmosphere between them was tense and heavy with unspoken words. They walked inside the coffee shop, and after ordering their drinks, they found a quiet corner to sit down.Claire stared out the window, her fingers wrapped tightly around her coffee cup. John could see the weariness in her eyes, the silent battle she was fighting within herself. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. He needed answers, but he also realized he needed to approach this carefully.“Do you mean you really know that your husband is gay?” John asked, facing Claire. She faced forward instea
I Am Rich Again Chapter 87
“I caught him in bed with another man,” Claire spat, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and anguish. Shishi’s eyes widened at the revelation, shock and disbelief rendering her momentarily speechless. Tears welled up in Shishi’s eyes, and soon they overflowed, streaming down her cheeks in a silent cascade of empathy.“I caught my husband on our matrimonial bed with another man,” Claire repeated, her voice breaking as she spoke the words again. She gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her composure, her fists clenching so tightly her knuckles turned white.John felt a surge of empathy, his heart aching with a familiar, burning anger. Claire’s pain resonated deeply with him, dragging up memories of the time he had caught Stephanie in bed with Jeffrey. The trauma of that discovery was still raw, a wound that had never fully healed.“Calm down, Claire,” John said softly, extending a hand toward her but then hesitating. His hand hovered in the air, unsure whether to offer the comfo
I Am Rich Again Chapter 88
“You mean this is the man that your husband has an affair with?” John asked, his eyes widening in shock. Claire nodded her head in affirmation, her expression a mix of sorrow and resignation.John could hardly believe what he had just discovered. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened further as he stared at Claire, then back at the photo on his phone. The image was of Jeffery. What was really happening? The weight of the revelation hit John like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling.“For how long has their relationship been going on? Or better yet, when did you find out?” John asked, his voice trembling slightly. His head was still buzzing with the discovery, a cacophony of confusion and disbelief. This was beyond what he had expected, far beyond the realm of his imagination.Claire wrinkled her face and narrowed her eyes in confusion. “I don’t really know when exactly, but it’s been a long time. The first time I saw Jeffrey was when he came to the house and I wasn’t around. I ha
I Am Rich Again Chapter 89
John struggled in the car, wedged tightly between the burly figures of his kidnappers. The space felt suffocating, each breath a laborious task as the weight of their bodies pressed against him, making escape seem impossible. His wrists were bound tightly, the rough rope chafing his skin raw, and his vision was obscured by a thick, scratchy cloth tied around his head.“Who is it?! Free me!” John thundered, his voice echoing within the confined space of the vehicle. Panic surged through him as sweat trickled down his face, stinging his eyes beneath the blindfold. His heart pounded erratically, each beat a drum of desperation.As he writhed in their grip, he could feel the harsh reality of his situation pressing down on him like a physical weight. The car’s engine roared beneath him, a constant reminder of the relentless forward motion into the unknown. John’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his mind racing with fear and anger. He twisted and turned, muscles straining against the unyield