Want My Womb? I'll Make You Childless novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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Sunlight slipped through the curtains, slicing across Clara’s eyelids. Her head still buzzed faintly from last night’s drinks.

Even with all the Penthouse drama, it hadn’t killed her and Mia’s vibe. They just switched restaurants, grabbed dinner, then hit a quiet bar, laughing until three in the morning.

It had been ages since she’d felt that free–really happy.

And sleeping in? Heaven. No more worrying about Ethan’s precious breakfast schedule.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand, saw a bunch of missed calls, and dialed back. “Mom! What took you so long?” Lucas’s voice blasted through the speaker, full of irritation.

“Look, you don’t have to come to my birthday party,” he huffed, “but

still need to you

make my cake. Just like before. I want mango!”

Clara’s voice was rough from sleep.“I told you–let the housekeeper handle it.”

Then she hesitated. “Actually, no. You’re allergic to mangoes.”

“No way!”

Lucas’s tone shot up an octave.“You’ve made it before! You just don’t want to do it! You’re lying!”

The headache hit fast. There went her good mood. Lucas was spoiled beyond saving.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue–just hung up.

The abrupt dial tone made Lucas freeze.

Mom was seriously crossing a line.

He scowled, then grabbed his phone again.

When the call connected, his voice softened.“Auntie, am I bothering you?”

“Next week’s my birthday. Can we make a mango cake together?”

A warm “sure” from the other end–and he beamed.

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Clara got ready, made a quick breakfast, and headed to the city library.

Yesterday, Henry had given her a long list of books. She had to finish them before her next project.

Just as she reached the entrance, her phone buzzed.

“Clara, StarTrail… you made that?”

StarTrail–her management system for Mia.

Clara froze. Professor Lewis? Calling about that?

“Hmph. So you haven’t been completely useless,” Henry grumbled, though there was a trace of approval.

“The company that bought it wants you to help develop a new version. You in?”

Clara hesitated.“Professor, are you trying to get rid of me?”

“You wish.” His tone sharpened.“You’re not quitting halfway, are you?”

“So… what are you saying?”

“It’s a temporary assignment,” he said, voice easing.“You’ll be back at the institute after the project. It’s Nova AI, Clara. People would kill for this. opportunity. You in or out?”

Clara’s lips curved.“I’m in. Thank you,

Professor.”

She hung up, walked into the library, and grabbed a stack of AI books–her old comfort zone.

Hours blurred by. When her phone finally rang again, the sound jolted her.

She smiled apologetically at nearby readers and stepped into a quiet corner.

Ethan’s voice was cold enough to frost the line.“Clara. Come home. We need to talk.”

Ethan rarely called first. It had to be about the divorce papers she’d sent through David. Was he finally ready to face it?

She shut her book and headed straight for the old villa.

The moment she pushed open the door, she froze.

Olivia was at the coffee table, whisking eggs. Lucas sat on the floor, slicing strawberries. Both looked up at her.

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Olivia’s lips twitched–almost a smirk–before she looked back down at her bowl.

Lucas’s eyes gleamed with something like triumph.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” he asked sweetly.

“You didn’t change your mind, did you? Wanna bake me a cake after all? But Auntie already said she would. We’re making a mango cake together. So… what now?”

Clara’s gaze lingered on the dab of cream on his nose. Her tone was flat.

“Keep going. Your dad and I need to talk.”

Lucas blinked, thrown by her calm. Then anger flared.

“Mom! Auntie and I are tired. Since you’re the lady of the house, why don’t you get us some fruit?”

Clara’s look snapped to the maid, who froze mid–step.“You heard him. Go.”

“No!” Lucas barked.“I want you to go!”

“Luke, enough.”

Ethan’s voice cut through the tension. He stood at the upstairs railing, gaze locked on Clara.

“Come up. We’ll talk in the study.”

Lucas shrank back, glaring at her before turning away.

Clara ignored him and climbed the stairs. She reached for the door-

“Don’t close it,” Ethan ordered without looking up from his computer.

Clara’s flicked downstairs. Olivia met her gaze, smiling faintly.

eyes

Ha. So now he remembered to keep up appearances.

“Clara, you’ve been out of line lately,” Ethan said. His voice was clipped.

“You started working. You moved out. You broke our agreement.”

They’d signed a prenup–Clara was supposed to stay home, no job, total devotion.

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“Yeah, I broke it,” she said quietly, fingers curling tight at her side.“But that agreement also had a clause about both parties staying faithful…”

“Faithful?” Ethan scoffed, a cold laugh cutting through her words. You think you get to use that word?”

He leaned back, eyes dripping contempt.“Move back in. I’ll let it go.”

Clara drew a long breath.“I’m not moving back, Ethan. I told you I want a divorce.”

Her voice didn’t waver this time.“From now on… unless it’s about the divorce, don’t contact me again.”

She turned for the door–but stopped cold.

Lucas was standing there. Pale. Frozen.

Her heart twisted. She opened her mouth, but he spoke first.

“Mommy, why are you divorcing Daddy?”

“Is it because Daddy likes Auntie more?”

He tilted his head, genuinely confused.“But Auntie’s amazing. Isn’t it normal for Daddy to like her?”

Then he added, matter–of–factly, “I heard rich men always have someone else, But Daddy only has Auntie.”

His next words cut like a knife.

“Mom, isn’t being Mrs. Carter enough? Why can’t you just be more understanding? Why make a big deal out of this?”

Clara’s lips parted. No sound came out.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down.

A message from the hospital-

The legal review on the surrogacy evidence was done. All the documents were in her inbox, legally verified and ready to use.

Clara brushed past Lucas and walked downstairs.

Olivia looked up, smiling as she wiped cream off her hands.

Clara smiled back–barely–and walked out.

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Ethan stood by the study door, watching her leave without a glance back. His fingers twitched against his phone before he finally called David.

“Find that file Clara sent to the office,” he said.“Now,”