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2025-08-21 18:39:23Claire's POV
I wake up the following morning feeling like hell. My head is bursting. My mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert. I can hardly swallow. What did I do last night? I got a divorce, and I went out to celebrate. Well, not celebrate. I am still hurting because my husband left me for another woman. Well, Sienna and Mike upset me when they ran the divorce papers in my face. I went to the only bar in Willowcreek. I got drunk as hell. I feel somebody move next to me. Holy hell, what have I done? Last night was mostly a blur. I cannot even remember what I did, and I don't remember going to bed with a man. Then everything seems to become clearer as I set up. Oh, fuck, next to me is Damon Whitfield. The richest man in Willowcreek. However, that is not the problem. He is also Sienna's uncle! I remember what we did last night, and I cannot stop blushing. What the hell have I done? I acted like a whore. What must this man think about me?
He is still fast asleep when I try to sneak out of the room as quietly as possible. We are in the hotel where we drank last night. I think both of us have had too much to drink. I know I will have to do the walk of shame. I do not care if I have to do the walk of shame. I do not care what anybody thinks about me. All I care about is this hurt in my heart. Do you have any regrets about what happened last night? No. As a matter of fact, I feel happy about what I did last night. But I also feel afraid. I slept with the most powerful man in town. I'm sure he knows who I am because this is a little town and everybody knows everyone. I do not want anyone to think that I am a whore. However, I do want everyone to know that I am not upset about what I did. So what if I sleep with Sienna's uncle?
I pick up my shoes and my slips, really out of the room. I do not want him to hear me, and I do not want him to look me in the eyes, because right now I feel like the whore I am. What the hell made me do this? Why did I evn sleep with him? I slept out of the room and got my car as quietly as possible, but I can feel all the eyes on me. I know the whole town already believes and knows that I sleep with Damon Whitfield. I do not believe that Sienna or my ex-husband is going to be very happy about that. At this moment, I do not care what Mike or Sienna thinks about me because I just want to get the hell out of here. I quickly get in my car and drive to my apartment in town.
"What the hell have you done, Claire? Why couldn't you control yourself last night?" I asked myself. Why did you go after Sienna's uncle? Why not somebody else? Why him? What the hell? If you wanted to have revenge on Mike, why didn't you just take another man? Why does it have to be Damon? I hope I never run into him in town again, but that chance is very little. At this moment, I don't even have a job. I have to go and look for a job. I used to work for Mike, who is the only attorney in the town. Of course, he fired me after he had a new girlfriend. I used to be his wife, and now I'm nothing. I do not know what I am going to do for a living, but I know one thing. I am not going to lie down and let everybody step on me. When we were in school together in this same town, I was the one who always got bullied.
I'm not going to allow that to happen again. When I married Mike, his family was very prestige. They never bullied me, and nobody dared to bully me. Now I am all on my own again. What am I going to do now? I do not know if I'm going to get a job in this town. I do not know why Sienna chose to take Mike as her new boyfriend. I am sure she is not even in love with him. On the other hand, who knows? I don't even care anymore. All I feel is embarrassed because I slept with her uncle, and I don't know how to handle this whole situation. What if we run into each other in a public place? How am I ever going to look Damon Whitfield in the eyes? Whitfield Corporation is the biggest corporation in this town. Even my ex-husband and his family had to bow down to Damon.
My family is not the wealthiest in town, and I do believe that I do not like myself right now because Mike divorced me. My mother, anyway, never liked me. She never talked to me, and my father used to be a drunk and not even talk to me when I was in school. Mike made me feel important. Mike was the one who always cared about me. Now I am without him and I don't know what to do. Who is going to love me again, and why the hell would I sleep with them? And if the whole town found out about that, I am going to be the whore of the whole town. Why now would I do that? Why did I go after Damon the night I was drunk? What is he going to think about me? Because I do believe he knows that I'm the one who slept with him unless he was as drunk as I was and he can't remember anything. I hope that is the case.
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