Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 12 

Tamare couldn’t contain her excitement when Walter unexpectedly took her hand. “Awesome, the car is waiting for us,” she bubbled over with joy. 

Following her, Walter climbed into the stretched Bentley and instantly released Tamara’s hand once inside. 

As they shut the door, the black Bentley whisked away into the rainy night. 

Walter glanced out, catching sight of a silhouette in the rain through the dark windows. Clara, head down as if in deep thought, looked so fragile, almost as if the storm could sweep her away any second. 

The downpour blurred the streets into a misty blur, with the howling wind merging heaven and earth into one vast grey nothingness. 

“What’s got your attention?” Tamara, leaning closer, asked softly. 

Walter sharply turned to her, his cold gaze making her flinch. “I don’t do well with people invading my space,” he stated icily. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“ob.” Tamara laughed awkwardly, retreating slightly. “Even me? Screw it, we’re about to get hitched. He’ll warm up to me. She reassured herself silently. 

As they drove off, Tamara spotted a figure through the rear window. “It’s hert Clara!” she gasped internally, shocked. 

A chill smile crept over Tamara’s lips. She had snooped around before coming back home and found out about the woman Walter was hiding. It had to be the one who’d just caught his eye. ‘Damn it, she cursed silently, seething with jealousy. 

The relentless rain blurred the windows further, obscuring the outside view completely. Silence reigned, broken only by the sound of the rain. 

Walter, lost in thought, rested his chin on his hand. His expression was unreadable. 

Tamara sneaked glances at Walter, captivated by his flawless profile. His flawless features, the sculpted nose, and those captivating eyes were unforgettable. 

“I’ll have this man, whatever it takes, Tamara silently swore to herself as the Bentley raced through the rain. 

Suddenly, Walter said, “Stop here. I remembered something I’ll visit another day.” 

As the Bentley halted, Tamara tried to persuade him, cooing, “Walter, I’ve already told my dad. Can’t you stay?” 

Walter, seemingly deaf to her pleas, exited the car and disappeared into the storm. 

“Umbrella!” Tamara yelled, but it was too late. Left with her arm hanging in the air, she stamped her foot in anger inside the car. 

“Is Walter running back to that bitch? Tamara thought, her mind swirling with unease. In a burst of rage, she smashed the umbrella handle against the 

window. 

“Tamara’s face twisted with malice as she muttered to herself, ‘Gotta figure out a way to get rid of Clara. That woman has got to go. 

After witnessing Walter and Tamara’s affectionate display as they left together, Clara stood frozen in the chilly wind, her feet seemingly anchored to the ground. 

Knowing about Walter’s affair, hearing about his upcoming marriage, and then seeing him flaunt his love with another woman right in front of her was Like a punch to the gut. It hurt even to breathe. 

nerd moment, she snapped out of her daze and halled a cab, mentally steeling herself. ‘Get it together. I can’t afford to waste time, Marlie is waiting for 

neathome. 

About half an hour later, Clara arrived at her apartment building. Without an umbrella, she prepared to make a quick dash from the cab to the entrance. 

But just then, a large black umbrella was opened above her, offering her refuge from the storm. Clara looked up in surprise. 

As clara looked around, her eyes quickly spotted a Roll–Royce Silver Ghost parked a short distance away, sticking out like a sore thumb. 

The guy 

in black holding the umbrella, decked out in a black uniform, spotted Clara and called out with respect, “Miss Neal, Mr. Neal is asking for you to 

come home. Do you remember me? I’m Cade Maldonado, his right–hand man,”