Seducing My Cold Alpha Boss

Clara's pov

  The rain fell on my back like watery bullets soaking through my thin clothes, mixing with my tears but none of that was enough to provoke even the smallest amount of sympathy from my former chosen mate, Josh, who threw the last of my luggage into the overgrown lawn, it cracked open and the few clothes I had ever gotten spilled out and absorbed the mud outside.

  "What are you still waiting for?" He roared at me, "get out of my property before I call the cops!"

  I was trembling like a leaf outwardly, but internally burning inside. How could he call this house his property?

  "Josh, I bought this house with my own money! " I cried out through the sound of thunder, "you were all homeless when I met you. How can you do this to me now?" My voice rose even higher as I tried to salvage what was left of my belongings. It was already pretty few. Buying a new dress for myself was as rare as a blue moon, jewellery? Make up? Basically, it was non-existent for me.

  I remember intentionally dieting so that I could keep using the same clothes for years without having to purchase new ones, yet the moment Josh looked at one of his clothes funny I would immediately change his entire closet in the blink of an eye.

  Now that I think about it, out of breath and unintentionally swallowing rainwater at the corner of my mouth, my fingers deep in the mud, he never really thanked me for anything.

  Or least he had stopped thanking me for a long time, and I didn't notice, or maybe I just didn't care because of how much I loved him.

  I cared about him so much that buying a house in his name with my own blood sweat and tears meant nothing, as long as I got to see him smile; I was foolishly satisfied and–

  "Daddy, is she gone?" My heart's nearly stalked when I heard that soft little voice, and my head snapped towards the door.

  It was Henry, he was only a baby when I met his father and from the moment I laid eyes on him I promised to take him as my own and for the past 5 years I have never failed in that promise, not even once.

  I was his steady pillar in the face of a flaky father who taught that parenting was nothing but a hobby than anything else which he could dable in sometimes, and forget about, shoving it into the back burner when he got too tired.

  I looked at Henry with hope, and then he said the word starts shattered what was left of my heart.

  "Can't you pack faster?"

  My heart nearly stopped. This was the baby that i had cradled close to my chest, running around like a lunatic at night when he wailed endlessly.

  Now he looked at me like I was yesterday's trash that