Clarence’s POV. My body wouldn’t stop trembling the entire drive back to the hotel. Julian’s words refused to leave my mind. "You would have suffered a stroke due to the medication." "Was Damon poisoning me?" The thought alone sent a cold shiver down my spine. It sounded absurd—impossible even—but at the same time, it wasn’t something I could ignore. Damon was a lot of things, but to go as far as poisoning me? To deliberately harm me like that? No, there had to be another explanation. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, doubt gnawed at me, wrapping tightly around my chest. I couldn’t shake it off. I needed answers—I needed to hear the truth from Damon himself. I had to confront him, just as Julian said. By the time I reached my hotel, my mind was already made up. I asked my assistant to pack my belongings into a suitcase, I booked the next available flight, and we left for London. * The moment I landed, I hailed a cab and gave the driver the addres
Damon’s POV. The evening was going exactly as planned. The restaurant was perfect—low lighting, soft music, and an atmosphere that made business deals flow effortlessly. I leaned back in my chair, listening as Clara spoke to the investors, her voice smooth and confident. She had a way of making people feel like they were on the brink of something big as if they’d regret it forever if they didn’t take the opportunity she was offering. That was why I was eager to make her my mother-in-law. With her, there was nothing I couldn't achieve. The investors nodded along, asking the occasional question, clearly intrigued by her proposal. Restarting the biggest clothing company Clarence’s mother once owned—now under our name—was the final step in taking everything that had once belonged to Clarence. It had been a long time coming, and now that we had full control, nothing could stop us. Then my phone buzzed. I ignored it at first, keeping my focus on the conversation, but when it vibrat
Clarence’s POV. The moment I got into the cab, I felt the weight of everything crash down on me. My hands trembled as I wiped at my face, but the tears kept falling. No matter how much I tried to stay strong, no matter how much I told myself I had prepared for this, the way Damon and Gina had treated me still cut deeper than I expected. I had known it wouldn’t be easy to step foot in that house again. I had prepared myself for their hostility, for their arrogance, but nothing could have truly braced me for the way they looked at me—like I was nothing. Like I didn’t even deserve basic kindness. I pressed my forehead against the cool window, my breath uneven. I should have known Gina would never actually, help me. When she had let me in earlier after I gave in to her demand, and begged before she could go in just so I could get access, I would have known nothing good would come out of it. I had been surprised that she agreed without asking Damon first though I didn’t dare que
Damon’s POV. Immediately Clarence disappeared, I pulled Gina into my arms, breathing in her familiar scent as I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face away, frowning. "Why did you treat Clarence like that?" she asked, crossing her arms. "She's still my sister, you know." Her words caught me off guard. I pulled back slightly, searching her face for any trace of sincerity. Gina had never cared about how Clarence was treated before, so why bring it up now? "You don’t mean that," I said, watching her closely. "You never cared about her." She let out a small sigh, tilting her head. "Maybe not, but still… She's my sister. You could at least pity her a little." I felt irritation rise in my chest. Stepping away, I ran a hand through my hair before turning back to her. "Are you on her side now? You almost allowed her to get her hands on that medication which would have messed us up," I said, the anger I had felt before returning. "Of course not, I'm not on her side,” she sai
Clarence’s POV Julian was already waiting when I arrived. He gestured toward one of the chairs in front of him after a nurse helped me into his office before quietly leaving. I murmured a thanks and took a seat, my hands trembling slightly. Mr. Lewis hadn’t been able to find any medication matching my description. He explained that it was either specially made for a single person or illegal, which was why it couldn’t be traced. I had thought about canceling the meeting with Julian since there was no point anymore, but when he texted me the address, I decided to show up. There had to be another way—I had no choice. More than that, I owed him an explanation, even if it meant exposing just how powerless I had become. "Did you bring the medication?" he asked, his voice calm as I settled in, his gaze settling on me. I looked away and opened my mouth to say something but the words stuck in my throat. It took a second before I could bring myself to finally tell him. "I.
Julian’s POV. After work that evening, the moment I got into my car, exhaustion settled over me—heavy, suffocating. But it wasn’t just tiredness. There was something else, something I couldn’t quite put into words. Images of Clarence filled my mind, the way she had looked so helpless, so drained. From the moment we met again, I had a bad feeling about her situation, and learning that her marriage had ended only made it worse. I slumped against the driver’s seat, rubbing a hand down my face, feeling the weight of guilt pressing against my chest. Was I too harsh? My mind replayed the way Clarence had looked at me in my office—the hollow expression in her eyes, the stiffness in her shoulders, the way she had forced herself to speak, and how desperately she had begged me to. She wasn’t like that before. Back in college, she had been full of life—confident, unwavering, and always standing her ground, even when I pushed her. Now, she looked different. Defeated. Like she had been
Julian’s POV. I stood there, unable to move, just watching her bowed figure. From where I was, I couldn’t tell if she was crying, but something about the way she sat there motionless and lifeless made my chest tighten. I turned away, forcing myself to leave. Forcing myself to accept that it wasn’t my concern. This was a woman I once loved with everything. The only one I had ever given my heart to. The one I would have gone to the ends of the earth for. And yet, she was also the one who left me shattered in the worst way imaginable. Did she really deserve my pity? I had already done what I could, putting her on the list for my hospital’s free surgery program. But her case turned out differently, and I couldn’t change that. I had done enough. It was more than enough to repay all those years she had been there for me, in sickness and in health. I pushed all thoughts of her aside and climbed into my car, turning on the ignition. But just as I was about to drive off, I saw her
Clarence’s POV It was already eight months after the successful surgery which I wasn't going to forget in a hurry. At first, things were going on smoothly but suddenly went awry as unforeseen complications arose. Everyone thought that was going to be my last moments on earth as I kept losing blood and to make it even more terrifying, the city the blood bank was taking forever to grant the hospital request. While everyone gave up, Julian didn't. He was resilient and would stop at nothing to make sure I left the surgery alive and he did that. Not only did I leave the operating room alive, my legs were fixed and I could walk, run and jump like everyone else though I was still healing. The smile that was tugging the side of my lips slowly began to fade away and my expression was replaced with a deep frown. Taking my eyes off the notepad on the table, I titled my head to the side, frustration gnawing in on me. My legs, which had been the greatest obstacle for me, we
Gina’s POV.The loud beeping of my phone startled me awake, making me jolt upright in the chair. My neck ached from the awkward position I’d slept in, and my eyes were dry and heavy.I reached for my phone, still ringing in my hand, and saw Richard’s name on the screen. I blinked at it for a second, confused. When did he start calling? I glanced at the call log and realized there had been several missed calls—all from him. I checked my settings. The calls were being silenced. That explained everything. Still, it didn’t make sense. I hadn’t remembered silencing any calls. I turned slightly and looked at Mark, who was awake and lying there, reading a book.“You saw my phone was ringing and didn’t say anything?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm but feeling irritation crept in.He turned his head slowly, looking at me like I’d just asked something ridiculous. “It didn’t seem important. I turned it off.”I stared at him, disbelief spreading across my face. “It was Richard calling me.
Clarence’s POV.The flight back to London felt never-ending. I sat by the window, staring out at the clouds, but my mind wasn’t there. It kept going back to Julian. Not just the way he looked pale, withdrawn, and distracted but the way he’d kept everything to himself. He hadn’t told me what had happened. He didn’t speak much while he dropped me at my destination. I had asked him if everything was okay, but he had refused to say anything to me.He had tried to act fine but he didn’t look fine to me at all. I wanted to believe he was in control of everything he was going through, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply off. Maybe he was angry with me. Maybe he regretted getting involved in all this again. Or maybe—and this thought stung more than I wanted to admit—maybe he just didn’t want to share anything with me anymore. After all, we weren’t really anything now. He had a fiancée. A life. And I was just a lingering ex. When we arrived, I didn’t even go home.
Julian’s POV. “Julian, please,” she said, her voice softer than usual, as if lowering her tone would fix anything. She rushed to hug me from behind, stopping me in my tracks. “I will apologize as you want and take responsibility but I can't go alone.” “Please go with me. I need you to come.” I didn’t answer right away. I already knew what this was about. She wanted me to accompany her to the boy’s ward—the one she hit with her car. “I wasn’t with you when it happened,” I said. My voice came out flat. I wasn’t angry, not in the usual sense, just tired. The kind of tiredness that had nothing to do with sleep. “You should go alone.” Her fingers tightened around my hand. “I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t know what they’ll say to me. I just… I don’t want to face them alone.” I looked at her for a moment, trying to read past the makeup and the tears she was trying to hold back. Kristina was always good at crying when it counted. She knew when to play weak and when to act li
Julian’s POV.I wasn’t expecting to see her there, not at this hour, and definitely not standing by the corner like she’d been waiting for me. Kristina’s mother. Mrs. Henderson. Dressed in a rich cream coat, her arms folded like she had every right to be here like this was some kind of meeting she scheduled. I slowed my pace when I noticed her, hoping I was mistaken. But the way she stepped forward told me I wasn’t. "Julian," she calmly called, like she wasn’t the least bit ashamed or out of place. I didn’t answer at first. Just kept walking. I wasn’t in the mood for this, whatever this was supposed to be. “I know Clarence came to see you,” she said suddenly. “You two were in your office yesterday, weren’t you?” That stopped me. My eyes narrowed before I could help it. “How do you know that? How did she know Clarence and also knew her name?” She smiled as though she was proud of what she’d done. “Let’s just say I’m looking out for my daughter. Nothing wrong with that, is t
Julian’s POV.I wasn’t expecting anyone. Not at this hour, not today, not after the mess I was already trying to keep under control. So when I was heading back home to keep my head cool and saw Clarence standing there, it felt like my breath had been yanked right out of me.She looked tired—no makeup, no guards, just herself. Still as composed as always, but I could tell something was eating at her.“What are you doing here?” I asked, blinking twice to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. “You came all the way from London to New York?”“I had a feeling something wasn’t right, you have been absent from work without informing or contacting anyone,” she said quietly, her face searching mine. “And I needed to see for myself.”“You didn’t have to,” I replied. I meant it. She didn’t owe me this. Not after everything.“But I did,” she said, brushing past that. “And it wasn’t just that. There’s something wrong at the company.”I stepped closer immediately. “Something is wrong? What happened?” “
Clarence’s POV.I tapped my phone screen again, staring at Julian’s contact. The call rang a few times before going to voicemail. I sighed, lowering my hand. It had been twenty-four hours since I came back from my first court hearing, and he hadn’t shown up to work, hadn’t answered my calls, hadn’t even contacted anyone. At first, I had told myself he was just busy. Maybe he needed time to think. But as the hours passed, my concern grew. Julian wasn’t the type to disappear, not when something as serious as the Wilson lawsuit was hanging over us. I stepped out of the office, deciding to pick up some coffee on my way home. The evening air was cool, and the streets weren’t as crowded as usual. I was lost in thought, barely paying attention to my surroundings, when I heard someone call my name. “Clarence?” I turned and saw a familiar face. It was none other than Liam, a friend of Julian I used to know from college. His expression shifted from curiosity to recognition as he approac
CHAPTER 69 Julian’s POV. I was completely shocked and still reeling from the shock of the slap that had just landed on my face. Kristina’s father, Mr. Herdson stood before me without any form of remorse for what he had just done. “It’s all because you were never there when she went to find you!” he roared. “You were unreachable, and that’s why my daughter got so crazy. She turned to drink, and before she knew it, she hit someone. It was your fault,” he accused. Every word hit me like a wave. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as his anger mixed with a sort of twisted disappointment. I tried to steady my breathing, struggling to form a response that would both defend myself and release the pressure building inside. “I was never meant to be your daughter's puppet, I didn't ask her to drink before driving,” I finally managed with the same anger he had vented on me. “I can’t keep taking the blame for everything Kristina does. I’m tired of being blamed for her choices, even
Clarence’s POV. I didn't wait for Officer Ray to say anything and rushed out when Mr Smith told me the court was going to begin in thirty minutes and I was late. When I arrived, the court hearing was about to begin and I met him waiting for me outside the courtroom. Together we headed into the courtroom and he offered me a seat. My stepmother and sister were yet to arrive, we had to wait for them. The judge had arrived and was patiently waiting for them too. I couldn't deny I was nervous, this was my first time in court and it wasn't with a stranger but with my family. My hands folded on my lap, my nails pressing into my palm to keep myself steady. There were so many things troubling me and this court hearing added to it. If only they would allow me to have what rightfully belonged to me but even after having everything and kicking out with the excuse of me going against the family tradition, she still wanted what was left of me. “Since both parties have arrived, can we proceed
Clarence’s POV. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my blouse, but my hands felt heavy. Every movement required effort.The hospital had finally discharged me, but it wasn’t because I was fully healed. I had insisted on leaving. Staying there any longer, lying in that sterile bed with nothing but my own thoughts, would have driven me mad. There was no time to rest. Not when I had my first court hearing to attend. I had already contacted my mom’s lawyer, forwarding the court summons to him and he told me he was going to represent me as my lawyer making everything easier for me since the company involved him. After I finished dressing for work, I made my way to the office, pushing down the lingering aches in my body, anticipating to see Julian and thank him for coming to my aid and helping me to have bed rest at the hospital which has helped calm my worries. It also helped me catch Gina cheating, a card I would use against her anytime the need arose. I had bar