Clara's POV "I called, and neither of you bothered to answer your phones." Mom scolded. She took all her anger out of the carrot; she had that habitwhenever she was upset. "You, I bet you were eager to run off and move in with that boy. You can't even wait for me to die first.""I'm not fifteen anymore, and I can decide who I want to go out with." I reminded her."I'm only scolding you because I love you. I'm your mother. If I don't, you'll probably end up broke with an Onlyfans account and in rehab." She answered. "People get kidnapped. Ms. Jennet, from down the street, her cousin's friend's sister's daughter was kidnapped. She got her daughter back in a plastic bin and cut her into pieces right at her doorstep. Do you want that to happen to you? You know you can't trust people these days." Mom answered. This was her way of winning arguments by telling stories that probably didn't happen."Isn't that the same Jennet who was sent to a psychiatric hospital by her kids because she was
Clara's POV I've never seen Derek look more uncomfortable, and he looked like he just wanted to disappear from that moment. "It surely is a lot bigger than the home I grew up in," Layla added.There was a brief moment of awkward silence.Mom was the first to break the silence. "Please excuse me. I'm going to go and check on the food." she excused herself.I took the moment to excuse myself, too, following Mom to the kitchen.I knew she was upset by the way she mistreated the oven door. "How can you stand to be so calm around that woman? It would be best if you ran away, Clara. How will you stand to see that woman for the rest of your life?" Mom asked."Just try to calm down. I'm sure they will be gone, and hopefully, we never have to sit at the same table again." I pleaded."Don't tell me you are planning to kill the poor woman." Mom jokes.I shrugged."At this rate, you'd probably have to wait for her to die first before you can get married. Imagine her as your in-law?" "I'm sure
Clara's POV And, of course, Layla used this as an opportunity to brag about what a great mother she was. "Derek would never have done anything like that. He was too busy being one of the most successful businessmen in the hotel industry." Layla bragged. "I will always be proud of him," Layla added."It's easy for you to say since it wasn't your car that he crushed at fifteen." Derek's dad remarked."You know, no child is perfect. "Layla answered, shooting a look at her husband. "By eleven, he was smarter than most people his age." She continued."I used to skip classes, too," Derek added casually.He wasn't trying to help himself much.This somehow left Layla speechless, even though she didn't have a rebuttal to that one. "Both of our children are idiots, aren't they?" Layla muttered.I expected Mom to comment, but instead, she nodded, agreeing with Layla. "That we can both agree on." Mom shook her head at me, showing her disapproval.I thought this evening would never get better, bu
Clara's POVI stood there shocked, unresponsive, and unable to say anything.I don't know what got to me, the fact that he said he loved me or that his lips were just an inch away from mine.Was he in love with me? I didn't know whether to jump with joy or start weeping. This was the happiest moment in my life and the saddest because I knew this wouldn't last. What was I going to do? Jump into his arms and confess my love for him, too? Maybe pushing him away would be safer for everyone.The tense look he gave me made me feel worse. I couldn't lie and tell him I didn't love him with him looking at me with those eyes. I also couldn't tell him that I loved him when I knew I was hurting him more than anyone else. He sensed my hesitation."You don't need to say anything," Derek added as I felt him pull away. "I'll always be patient with you. I know you feel it with this thing between us and that it's not just in my head." He continued. “Clara," Layla called out behind us. She grabbed bot
Clara’s POV I froze on the spot, unable to form a sentence. Coincidentally, he didn't say anything either. I couldn't read his face."Are you okay?" I finally managed to ask. "You seemed upset earlier," I added."It's just work," he answered defensively.He wasn't in a good mood. Whatever it was, it had riled him up. "Well, I have something to tell you." I began.I quickly grab his hand, placing the letter in it before changing my mind. "I think it is better if you read it. I will probably start stuttering, and then I will never be able to get the words out." I rumbled.He stared at the page in his hand, clueless, before placing it in his pocket."Don't tell me the two of you were together," Layla interjected. "We should go home before you start making me a grandchild." She laughed."Oh wait, they already did that," Mom added.They both laughed like lunatics. This was the first time I'd seen my mom under the influence.This was some way to embarrass your children.I felt my legs shak
Clara's POV"But there was something else I wanted you to do today. We have a guest coming over." She answered."I have to do this right now," I answered, walking towards the door.She sighed. "You should at least eat. You look like we haven't fed you." She insisted."I'll be back soon," I yelled, closing the door.It wasn't until I was on the bus that I realised I hadn't thought this through. What if he didn't want to see me?The last time he had people kick me out, I couldn't be too sure he wouldn't do the same this time. Giving him space would be the right thing to do at this moment. However, I just wanted a shot at explaining everything before he hated me forever. Maybe I was being selfish.I found myself moving, stepping out of the bus, and walking towards the hotel.I had too many things on my mind. A voice yelled at me to turn around and leave the country.Not long after, I entered the hotel. Now that I no longer work there, I couldn't just walk to his suite. At least this woul
Clara's POV I was starting to feel that this elevator was way too small for both of us.My phone rang inside my bag. I looked at my phone's screen to see my mom's name pop up. I could probably take her call at a better time, but I ignored the call and placed it back into my bag.The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into Derek's suite.I was still hoping he would start screaming, and maybe he didn't want to make a scene earlier.The place still looked just as I had remembered. So many things had happened here, and I wondered what else was to come.We entered his living room.Derek sighed, leaning on the side of the couch. "I feel so terrible," he said, running his hands through his hair. "When I got home last night, I was distracted by a phone call. I placed your letter among my other documents. I mistakenly asked one of my assistants to shred everything, as all those documents were useless. I didn't even get to read it. I guess you will have to tell me what it says." He expl
Clara's POV Why did life have to be this cruel? Couldn't he have just read my letter that explained everything? I was again placed in this position, still feeling like a liar.Was I capable of shuttering all his dreams with just one sentence?"Come on, I have so much to show you." He said, grabbing my hand.He walked me into the room and then began opening the drawers. Surprisingly, it was packed with tiny baby clothes and even nappies. I remained speechless throughout the presentation and then nearly fainted."I hope you like it. We can always change anything you don't like." He said, squeezing my hands.He reached in, kissing me on the cheek. "Why don't we go out to have breakfast? I know a place just around the corner. It's perfect." He added.I nodded my head vigorously.I was willing to do anything to get out of this room. I could barely breathe.My heart broke. I quickly disguised my emotions. My father never showed up, even for just a day, and he was ready to take on everythin