A few minutes later after James left the house to go get a new gown for Clara, Sarah showed up at the door with a big smile on her face."Girl, I came to spend some time with you before you get all glamorous tonight!" Sarah said, walking in. Then she stopped and looked around. "Wow. This is fancy."Clara hugged her friend. "It's been a crazy morning.""Where's James? He didn't even say hi when I saw him rushing out."Clara sighed and sat down with Sarah. She explained everything that had happened - Devon sending all the clothes and beauty services, James getting angry and going to buy her a different dress.By the time she finished the story, Sarah was practically yelling."How dare he!" Sarah said loudly."Sarah, keep your voice down," Clara said, looking at the beauty team who were trying to pretend they weren't listening."No, I will not keep my voice down. This is ridiculous, Clara. It's Devon's grandmother's event. You don
Devon sat in his study, staring at his phone. He couldn't get Clara's face out of his mind from yesterday. The way she looked when he said those things to her. The hurt in her eyes. The way she touched her belly like she was protecting their baby from his words.He messed up. Big time.Tomorrow was Nana's birthday dinner and he knew Clara would be there. He wanted to make things right somehow. Maybe if he did something nice for her, she would see that he didn't mean to hurt her.He picked up his phone and called Elliot."Good evening, Mr. Devon," Elliot answered after two rings."Elliot, I need you to do something for me. Tomorrow morning. It's urgent.""Of course, sir. What do you need?"Devon ran his hand through his hair. "Tomorrow is Nana's birthday dinner. Clara will be there and I...I need you to get everything she'll need for tomorrow night.""Everything, sir?""Yes. Dresses, shoes, jewelry, makeup artists, hair stylists. The works. I want her to have options. Beautiful options
Across town at the Montgomery estate, a very different scene was unfolding.The Montgomery family was gathered in their elegant dining room. The table was set with their finest china, candles flickered in silver holders, and everyone was dressed like they were celebrating something special.Mrs. Montgomery had just finished a long phone call with Rita Cage, and her face was glowing with excitement as she returned to the table."Well?" Mr. Montgomery asked impatiently. "What did she say?""It's official," Mrs. Montgomery announced, barely able to contain her joy. "The engagement between Eva and Damien Cage has been approved by the family matriarch. We're invited to dinner next weekend to make it formal."The room erupted in cheers. Mr. Montgomery stood up and raised his wine glass."To Eva," he said proudly. "Our beautiful daughter who's about to become part of the most powerful family in the country."Eva smiled gracefully, twisting a
Clara sat on the edge of her bed, staring at nothing. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Devon's words kept playing in her head like a broken record."You're just a florist... You couldn't even keep a relationship together..."She touched her cheek where tears had dried, leaving salty tracks on her skin. Why did the man she loved always find new ways to hurt her? Every time she thought they were getting somewhere, every time she saw glimpses of the gentle man who had held her through morning sickness and talked to her belly at night, he would say something that cut deeper than a knife.The worst part was that some of his words rang true. She was just a florist. She had failed at relationships before. And here she was, pregnant with his twins while living with another man because she was too proud and too hurt to go back to him.Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her growing
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Clara sat on the balcony, her legs tucked under her as she turned the pages of her novel. The gentle breeze played with her hair, and for a moment, she looked completely at peace. She'd just returned from her shopping trip downtown. The sound of someone clearing their throat made her look up from her book.Devon stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his suit jacket slung over his arm. His white shirt was slightly wrinkled, his tie loosened - he looked like he'd had a long day at the office."Devon!" Clara gasped, startled. She tried to stand up quickly, but her center of gravity had shifted with her growing belly. She stumbled, her book falling to the ground.In two quick strides, Devon was beside her, his strong arms catching her before she could fall. For a moment, they were frozen like that - her hands pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped aro
Devon sat in the conference room, his fingers drumming against the polished mahogany table. The quarterly reports blurred together on the screen in front of him. Numbers that usually made perfect sense now felt like foreign language. His mind kept drifting back to Clara, to the way she looked when he left her with James yesterday."Sir, about the marketing budget for next quarter..."Elliott's voice seemed to come from far away. Devon blinked, realizing he hadn't heard a single word of the presentation for the past ten minutes."I'm sorry, what did you say?" Devon asked, running his hand through his hair.Elliott looked concerned. "Are you alright, Mr. Cage? You seem... distracted."Devon glanced around the room at the twelve executives staring at him. These people depended on his decisions. His company employed thousands of people. But right now, all he could think about was whether Clara was safe."Elliott, take over the meeting," Devon said suddenly, standing up. "Handle everything