Derek POV"Did anyone ever tell you that you are an a-hole? I just lost three girls because of you." Vincent commented, slapping me on the shoulder. "I was happy just trying to ignore them till you came along." He laughed."Maybe they are finally smart enough to realise there is nothing in that big head of yours," I answered."On that note, I think I'll visit a special someone tomorrow. I know you know who I'm talking about. She said she worked for you. How is she anyway?" He asked.He was trying to get to me. "I'd forget that idea if I were you. I know you love that face of yours. Accidents might happen." I answered.Vincent chuckled, ignoring me as he finished the rest of his drink.I found my gaze slipping away and into the crowd.Among the crowd, I might have seen Clara slipping into the group and heading to the exit.The hair and facial features were the same. I was almost tempted to run over to her."Are you okay? You don't look too well." Vincent asked, snapping me out of my th
Clara's POV I never knew that was how she felt. I always knew that she was most affected by his behaviour, but I never expected it to be this bad.Maybe she also had a point. With my mother's luck in choosing men, what were the chances that he'd also be another disappointment? But that didn't stop me from wondering. I felt like a piece of me was missing, one that I'd never know.I pulled Katy into a hug as she cried on my shoulder."I have to leave now, or else I'll be late. You're suffocating me," Katy whined.I finally pulled away from her as I watched her wipe her tears."Anyways, I want you to know that I'll support you. I won't eat Mom's food or even speak to her until she decides to tell you the whole truth." She added.Knowing Mom, we would probably starve before she decided to say anything.She patted me on the back before walking out of my room.I was reminded of all the things I still needed to do today.Tell Derek the truth, just as I decided.I wasn't backing out of my de
Clara's POVI continued looking through the folder. Some things were slowly beginning to make sense. Maybe Mom wasn't lying about some things. But why wouldn't she tell me the whole truth?I finally closed the folder.I paused as I took a deep breath. "I need you to help me find my real father," I said.His eyes widened. "I don't think it's my position for me to get in the middle of that." He answered."You are the only one who can help me with this. I don't even know where to begin." I insisted."I don't know much. It has been many years. Besides, your mother would kill me," he stated."You don't have to tell her," I answered.He sighed, followed by a deep breath. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. I'm not promising anything." He answered."Thank you," I answered with a smile.I stood up, preparing myself to leave.The whiskey bottle on the side caught my attention.Without thinking, I poured half the glass.I drank it in a few gulps without taking any breaths in between.This was probab
Clara's POV "And you say it so casually?" He spat. He shook his head at me in disbelief. He probably couldn't believe how emotionless my voice sounded. "Do you have any idea what alcohol can do to a baby?" He yelled.His voice alone nearly shook me. I've never seen him this mad before."I was just struggling through a very difficult moment," I answered, my voice nearly on the brink of tears."You could have come to me." He yelled back. "I thought we were finally getting somewhere where we could talk about serious stuff." He answered.Why was I even bothering to explain this to him? Whether I drank or not was completely irrelevant. There wasn't even a baby to start with. If he was already this mad, how mad would he be when he discovered the truth?"I know, but I can explain. There is something more important I need to tell you." I said."What could be more important than this?" he asked. "You are drowning the baby with alcohol." He said.He didn't give me a chance to explain. I wanted
Clara's POV“Clara, what happened?" I heard a voice as I felt a rough shake on my arm.I snapped out of my thoughts as I stared back at Ivy, who looked at me worriedly."Why? What happened?" I finally managed to answer."Well, guess who I finally bumped into this morning? Derek." She answered. "He knows that we weren't cousins and that I worked here too. He thinks that whenever I'm around, I get you into trouble, and now I am on the verge of losing my job. He just asked me to submit a five-hundred-page essay on why I should keep my job or else I'll be fired." She said, "Within two days." She added."He did what?" My eyes widened.This was a lot worse than I could have ever imagined.She sighed. "I probably shouldn't be seen with you, and I'll get back to work." She answered.I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see two security guards behind me. "Good morning, ma'am," the security guard said after he had cleared his throat. "I was told to escort you out of the building. If
Clara's POV "Who is getting married?" I asked."What?" she yelled. I pulled my phone away from my ear. Her voice was now more alarmed. "What happened?" she asked.I then began explaining the situation to her from last night, obviously omitting some family details."Oh, thank goodness." She sighed. "I thought that something worse had happened." She said,"How is this not bad?" I asked."You could have decided to tell him everything. Besides, did he ask you to go for a doctor's appointment to check on the baby?" She asked.I wasn't sure he wouldn't do that soon."I need to do something about this now. He will kill me if I tell him the truth. I'm just going to go with a miscarriage or something. I can't stay pregnant for another day, and my problems are only getting worse." I whined."Let me get this straight: you went and got drunk, and then you suddenly had a miscarriage." She paused. "Congratulations, you just took away the only chance I had of ever being a grandmother. "I'll forgive
Clara's POVDerek was here! I couldn't believe it. My mind jumped into a panic.What did he want?I'd think that after everything he said and did today, he wouldn't show up here for at least a few more days.I jumped off my bed and toward the window to confirm it with my eyes.And sure enough, he was here, in the flesh. He was climbing out of his car wearing a navy blue tux. I saw him unload some things from the vehicle. Whenever I feel that things can't get any worse, something bad always happens. I didn't want to face him now. I needed some time to think things through. Telling him the truth no longer seemed like an option. I couldn't stay fake pregnant forever, so I needed another way out.Besides, I was still mad at him. He not only fired me but humiliated me by kicking me out of the building.I took a deep breath, taking in everything. What was I even worried about? It was his funeral. Despite not talking to my mother, I don't think she has forgiven him yet. If he wanted another
Clara's POV I sighed as I jumped off my bed. "Fine," I answered. "But I'm not staying there for longer than ten minutes." I would have to deal with this situation sooner or later, so it might as well be now. I couldn't keep doing stupid things. I might have been fired, but I was still getting paid."Are you seriously leaving the room like that?" she asked."He is just going to get used to seeing all of this." I pointed to my messy hair in a bun and to the oversized t-shirt and grey sweatpants I was wearing.I pulled my door open and made my way downstairs.Katy followed right behind me. I followed the voices to our small dining area. The table had already been set, and Derek and Mom were busy dishing their plates."Nice of you to join us," Derek's face lit up as I entered the room.Mom smiled, too.I ignored their looks and walked around the table to take my seat.As expected, Katy quickly filled her plate and began digging into her food.I glared at Derek across the table, clearly