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
Clarence’s POV. The look Julian sent my way was a clear indication that he wasn't pleased with my interruption. Breathing shakily, I struggled with my words. The next few minutes saw me clenching and unclenching my fists as a million thoughts hovered around my head. I was terrified and almost giving up on my quest. Julain on the other hand was calm but every sigh and switch of weight from a leg to the other was a clear indication that he was slowly losing his patience. The moment he cleared his throat, I lunged forward, fearing that he was going to walk out of me. “Be out with whatever you want to say already." His tone dripped with disinterest, it was crystal clear that he wanted this done quickly. “By any chance are you trying…” I didn't give him the chance to finish up with his words before I cut in. "That's not it!” When he wouldn't say anything, I mustered up courage to say, "Can we talk?” "Spill…” "It's not something I can say right here.” I replied, glancing
Julian’s POV. Rolling my eyes, I allowed a low sigh to escape my lips. At the moment, I was trying to suppress the anger that was raving inside of me and it was all because of Kristiana. What the hell was she doing here? She had stayed away for some months now, allowing me to have my peace, and all of a sudden she was back here, showing up without being told to. The look of shock on Clarence’s face showed she hadn't expected that at all. I never had any decent conversation or reason to let her get a glimpse of my personal life while working as her doctor for the past eight months. She was completely unaware that I was even engaged. If only I knew showing up here was the reason for Kristina enquiring about my whereabouts, I wouldn't have told her. “You shouldn't be here." I stepped in, preventing Clarence from giving a response to her question. "Come on babe, you don't expect me to sit in the hallway at the airport all by myself.” Slurring in her speech, she grasped my
Clarence’s POV. What is all this all about? — I couldn't help but ponder. His fiance kept making a scene but I couldn't say a word since I was the one in need here. My meeting with Julian was important but she came around, making it seem like it was nothing as she went about blabbing nonstop about his achievement and how he was the best finacé. Not going to lie, I lost my temper seeing her prying like that non-stop, a gnawing feeling stuffing my chest when she kept talking about Julian being her fiance. My heart literally shredded into a million pieces but there was nothing I could do. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tilted my head to the side as I held my glass of water. All through her blabbing, I hoped that Julian sent her away so we would have a concise conversation but he did nothing of that sort. Though, he tried to step in several times but if only he was persistent and rigid enough, his efforts would have gone through. Now left alone to myself, I was swirling the c
Kristina’s POV.I couldn’t sit still after I watched Julian leave and headed back to my ward to take some rest. The hospital room felt smaller with every passing second, the walls pressing in on me like they were trying to suffocate me. Julian was gone—he had left so suddenly after receiving a call without stating why he was leaving and I had no idea where he had gone. But something in my gut twisted, telling me he had run off to Clarence.I clenched my hands on my lap, my mind racing. He had been distant lately—more than distant and very cold even before we traveled back. And not in the usual way Julian could be when he was buried in work or annoyed. This time, it felt deliberate like he was tired of me for real this time and was ready to shut me out.I pushed the blanket off and stood up, wobbling a little before regaining balance. I didn’t care what the doctors said. I wasn’t going to sit in this hospital room like some helpless child while my head was full of thoughts of Clarence
Clarence’s POV.The next morning came quietly leaving me unsure, I hadn’t heard a word from Julian, not even a text after he helped me home yesterday and asked me to rest.The scandal was still online and everywhere, headlines still displaying everything in bold fonts, and faceless comments dragging my name like it was something dirty.I sat on my bed, my legs crossed beneath me, refreshing my screen every ten minutes like something new would pop up. Like maybe it would all disappear if I just stared at it long enough.I eventually gave up and called Julian when I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he was probably busy, but I couldn’t keep sitting around doing anything while the whole internet was talking about the company like it was some sinking ship. His voice came through immediately after he picked up the phone, it was very calm and steady like there wasn’t something to worry about. “Julian,” I said, “what’s going on? It’s still everywhere online. Don’t you think I should do som
Julian’s POV.I was already on my way back to London when the weight of the past few hours pressed over me, filling my mind. I’d just finished confirming to both my parents and Kristina’s parents we were back as couples and I would push on with the marriage.They were convinced, and I could tell they were pleased with the news. My life, at least at that moment, seemed to be on a predictable path. I had to choose to be back with Kristina, after all, and that should’ve been the end of it. But then the phone rang, and everything shifted. Clarence’s name flashed across the screen. If only she had called earlier before I told everyone that I was back with Kristina.I didn’t even have to think before answering. There was something in her voice already—something urgent—that made my heart skip a beat. “Julian…” she started, but the words faltered. She was trying to keep it together, but I could hear the strain in her voice. She informed me about the chaos that was going on in the company and
Gina's POV.I stared at my wristwatch, my pulse dragging along with every second that passed. Damon would be home any minute. If he walked in now, I knew what would follow—the questions, the demands, and the expectations. Tonight was his event, one of those grand things he threw just to remind the world he was still relevant. And if I was in his house when he got back, I’d have no choice but to go with him.But Richard…He had called me several times today, then sent a message saying I had to come to New York so he could introduce me to his family. A big deal, considering how secretive he usually was. For once, I felt like something more than just someone he spent time with behind closed doors. And he said it so casually like it was nothing like it was already settled that I would be there or our relationship would have to come to an end.I was stuck.My heart beat faster as I paced the room. The weight of the two men pressed down on my chest. It wasn’t even about love—I wasn’t naive
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?” “