Chapter 52

Clara's POV

She gave the impression that Derek was a five-year-old kid incapable of making his judgments.

It was still not clear to me how Madison was my issue.

"I don't want to get involved with this; Madison is not my concern," I said.

Perhaps it was time for me to go on from here and escape this lunacy. I didn't want to be a part of this any longer.

"The other day, you saw their friendliness. Who knows what else may have transpired between them, given how she showed off in his shirt? Her face took on a look of contempt.

I finished her idea, "They didn't sleep together."

Maybe I was naïve and didn't want to see whatever you before me become me; perhaps they couldn't have. Maybe she wanted to sleep over, and he only borrowed his shirt.

"She's a woman like you know, so maybe not yet. We must put an end to Madison because she is a monster. She would love to make you her puppet if she ever got to own his home, I don't doubt it, assuming she hasn't already attempted." She said,

Suddenly,