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
Clara's POVI stared at Waylen with a warning look. He wouldn't dare, would he? Especially after everything he has done, he should want to be far away from here. He was the one who knocked him out, after all.I waited for it. The moment Derek would get up and recognize Waylen. We would get up and punch him in the face, but it never happened.Waylen smirked, giving me an equally challenging look. His smirk broadened into a smile as he pulled a chair to sit at our table.He had done it!I removed the jacket I was wearing. It was getting far too hot to handle, even in this cold."It's so nice for us to do this. We haven't seen each other in a while," Waylen said."I thought I'd never see you again," I said with clenched teeth.I had to remind myself to stay calm. He wanted a reaction from me. Why else would he be here?"It's a shame we lost contact. We were so close." He smiled.If losing contact means blocking someone's number and all their friends, then sure.What did he want here? I d
Clara's POV I was left alone with Waylen.Waylen followed with his eyes until Derek was far away before laughing sadistically. He should audition his evil laugh for Disney."It turns out the idiot doesn't even remember me. The plot keeps getting thicker, doesn't it?" He answered sarcastically. He picked up his fork, spinning it between his fingers."It turns out I was right about everything I said about you. I'm willing to bet almost anything that you are not even pregnant. I bet you used that night to your advantage and faked the whole thing. You are a gold digger, after all." He continued."What do you want? You have no shame, do you?" I asked."But you, sweetheart. They are a lot worse than I'll ever be. I bet you are lying to the poor man. How do you think that story would look in a tabloid? You might not have much of a reputation to worry about, and maybe it might affect if you'll get your next mark, but he certainly has something to worry about. Imagine what it would do to that
Clara's POV I just realised I still hadn't done the one thing I had left the house to do.As my phone started to ring, I stopped in front of our gate and searched for it.I noticed the car racing down a couple of houses away. For a residential neighbourhood, I wonder why anyone would drive so recklessly. There could be children or older people walking around. It suddenly stopped, just two houses away."Hello?" I answered my call."Where are you? I've been worried. You weren't answering my messages." Mom said."I'm perfectly fine, and I'm outside. I'll be in in a moment." I responded. Why was she always so worried? I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.Mom responded with a sigh. I hung up the call. I wonder why she was in such a hurry. Was I about to walk into an intervention?I slipped my phone into my pocket, struggling with our front gate.I was distracted by the screeching sound of the tires of the car from earlier.It turned to drive on the sidewalk. Before I had, I'd