......
Clara’s eyes followed him as the door slammed. For a moment, her mask slipped her lips twisted into a smile of triumph. He was still fighting her, but she had won a piece of ground last night. She had something she could use.
And she would.
.........
Later that morning, Clara sat in the vast parlor of Damian’s family mansion, sipping tea with Damian’s mother. Her voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes brimming.
“I shouldn’t even be saying this,"
Clara whispered, lowering her gaze.
“But Damian… he let me in. After months of shutting me out, he finally… he finally needed me.” She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. “We spent the night together. I love him so much, Mrs. Knight. And I think....no, I know he’s starting to see I’m the one who belongs by his side.”
Damian’s mot
