Mag-log inDamon’s POV I slowed my pace as I approached her, my mind buzzing with Maurice’s words. “My mom says you’re very important in my life.”It kept ringing in my head, until I was in front of her. She forced a smile, the kind that made it clear she wasn’t interested in whatever had brought me to her. “Clara,” I said carefully, trying to keep my tone neutral, “you’ve been absent for a couple of days. How are you and Maurice doing?”Her eyes lifted to me briefly, then dropped back to her phone. She seemed so immersed in it, as if she couldn’t live without it.“We’re fine, Damon,” she finally answered, her voice flat. “Nothing to worry about.” From the way she said it, it was obvious she wasn’t just busy, but deliberately acting cold. I just wanted to know they were okay, not start a fight.“You’re sure, Clara?” I pressed gently, my voice low. “The principal says Maurice is missing school. I just want to be sure everything’s alright.” She snorted softly, not holding back in showing her
Damon’s POVNothing could have prepared me for Camilla’s reaction. Her phone slipped from her hand as she jerked back in shock, clattering to the floor with a hard thud.She froze for a moment, then slowly turned toward me, her eyes widening as they met mine. I couldn’t read her thoughts, but her body told me enough—she was definitely hiding something.“Tell me, Camilla,” I said, keeping my voice calm but firm as I stepped closer. “What are you getting money ready for?” Her whole frame was shaking like she was just taken out of a freezer. Seconds dragged. She said nothing. “Don’t just stand there, answer me!” She flinched suddenly, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I…I did..didn’t get your question.” I chuckled darkly, my eyes narrowing as I moved even closer. She went backwards with every step I took until her back pressed against the balcony railing. Her face looked away from me. “You’re going to tell me one way or the other,” I whispered against her ear. “Why are you getting
Damon’s POV My fingers tightened around the phone as his words echoed in my head. For a moment, I said nothing, my mind struggling to catch up with what I had just heard. “Secret? What the hell are you talking about?” I finally demanded, my voice sharper than intended. A low chuckle drifted through the line, cold and mocking. Something about it made unease crawl along my skin. My eyes wandered around the whole circumference of the office, looking for the camera — it definitely had to be a prank. Silence lingered. “Camilla has done a beautiful job keeping you blind,” his voice cut through the silence. “So pathetic.” My heart dropped to my stomach. “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice shaking with disbelief and frustration. He laughed again, softer this time, like he was enjoying every second of my dilemma.“You heard me, Damon Adams. You better fix your—”“Wait! Who the hell are you?” I cut in swiftly, my voice laced with disdain. “Lol. That’s not important,” he ans
Damon’s POV I was in the bedroom when Camilla walked into the room. The frown on her face told me I was in for her tantrums before she even spoke. “Who are you talking to?” She demanded. I froze. Slowly, I lowered the phone and ended the call, placing it calmly beside me. I didn’t look at her. I didn’t speak. Her brows pulled together. “Don’t tell me that was Clara.” Silence. I acted as though she wasn’t even in the room. She folded her arms, her jaw tightening, disbelief burning in her eyes. “After everything… after everything, you’re still talking to her?” I continued to remain silent. Her hands flew up. “I just… I swear, Damon, sometimes I don’t even know why I stayed in this marriage.” She was fuming on the inside, her hand paused mid-air. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly, I didn’t budge. Finally, she turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut. A shaky breath escaped my lips. What in God’s name was wrong with her? Her words kept echoing in my h
Clara’s POV I sat on one of the steps of the veranda, refusing to leave till I saw Maurice. Occasionally, I would ring the doorbell and knock on the door. Nothing happened— Camilla completely ignored me. I didn’t stop. I continued for the next ten minutes, taking breaks to catch my breath and repeated it all over again. Just then, I spotted Damon’s car from a distance, driving down with speed. The tires screeched to a halt just in front of the house. The driver’s side door flung open, and Damon stepped out from the car, hurriedly going over to the other side and opening the passenger door. He picked Maurice out of his seat and brought him around the car. On sighting me, Maurice wriggled in Damon’s arms, wanting to be dropped. “Mummy!” he screamed in delight. His little legs picked up speed as he ran so fast that he collided into me. I scooped him up in my arms, planting kisses on his face. “Oh my baby,” I whispered. “Are you okay?” He nodded innocently. “
Damon’s POV The city passed by in a blur as I drove through the streets, heading to Clara’s home. I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the passenger seat beside the boy.I had left as quickly as possible the moment the principal called me. I wondered why Clara hadn’t been able to pick him up after school ended.I tried calling her twice, but the network wasn’t cooperating. I couldn’t blame her, maybe that was why even the principal couldn’t reach her. Network providers are a complete mess these days. I just wished people had better alternatives.The boy shifted in his seat, peeping out the window as if taking in the city for the first time.“Beautiful, right?” I asked, drawing his attention to me.He nodded slowly and didn’t say another word. I understood him. Not all kids could handle a total stranger picking them up from school. Everyone at school thought he was my child— if only they knew. I reached for the sound system and slowly tuned in some pop mu







