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Clara’s fingers shook as she traced the picture. She hadn’t seen Emery in nearly Five years, yet the sight of her still burned.
Perfect. Effortless. Unbothered.
While Clara Bennet Cole — was crumbling behind luxury and lies.
She slammed the laptop shut, heart pounding. “No,” she whispered fiercely.
“No, he’s not getting away from me again.”
Her reflection on the screen stared back, distorted but determined.
“You had your chance, Emery,” Clara murmured. “You left. You gave him up. And I won’t let you crawl back now that he’s mine.”
But deep down, she knew.
He wasn’t hers. He never had been.
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That night, Clara waited in the living room until past midnight. She sat there in silence, wrapped in a silk robe, a glass of wine untouched beside her.
When Damian finally ca
