Chapter 12: Clara is Theodore's Mistress!
"I won't let you do this!" My son screamed as he rushed down the stairs, launching himself in front of me like a cannonball.
I watched my son with an expressionless face as he planted himself between me and the assembled servants, his amber eyes blazing with indignation.
"You can't destroy our home!" His voice rose to a near-shriek. "Dad designed everything himself! My toys, my training grounds, the swimming pool—" His voice broke completely. "And the swing Clara made for me in the garden!"
Clara. Always Clara.
My own son was more concerned about preserving his father's mistress's handiwork than respecting his mother's wishes.
For the first time in his five years of life, I looked at Leo without a trace of warmth. Without love. Without
