ログインThe room settled into silence after Sophia’s call ended. Jeffery lowered the phone slowly and handed it back to Logan, who stepped aside near the door. Clara remained seated close to him on the bed, her eyes fixed on his face as if now was finally the right moment to ask what had been pressing on her mind.“What really happened that night?” she asked softly.Jeffery’s expression shifted, the faint ease from the call fading into something else. He leaned back against the headboard before answering.“We were already on our way home when it happened. A truck came out of nowhere and rammed into our car. It happened too fast. By the time Logan regained control and got us out, the truck had already disappeared.” Clara's face froze in stunned disbelief. “Did anyone see the driver’s face?”Jeffery shook his head once. “No clear face. Everything happened too quickly.”“Can they trace the truck? Any road cameras? Anything to track him?”“The police are already handling it quietly,” Jeffery rep
When she finally drove away from the beach, the sky had already grown darker with late evening settling in. The road ahead stretched long and quiet until flashing lights appeared in the distance.Clara’s grip tightened on the steering wheel when she realized it was a police checkpoint.Her heart thudded hard against her chest, but she made herself stay calm. At the next slow bend, she quickly looked through the car interior. There was no mud on the seats, no suspicious stains, and the trunk was closed securely with the cleaned tools hidden beneath a cover. The thought steadied her enough to keep driving.A policeman raised his hand, signaling her to stop. She rolled down the window and gave him a polite expression, already preparing her answers before he even spoke. He asked where she was coming from, why she was out that late, and where she was heading.She answered smoothly, telling him she had been delayed handling something urgent and was heading back home. The officer’s gaze li
The car shot forward through the rain, tires skidding over the wet path before crashing hard into a tree farther down the slope. The impact echoed through the mountain road, loud enough to make the scene believable. Anyone who found it later would think reckless driving and bad weather had done the rest.Clara stood still for a moment, making sure the damage looked convincing. Satisfied, she returned to her own car and drove away from the mountain.The storm followed Clara almost all the way to the beach. By the time she arrived, the rain had weakened into a cold drizzle, but her chest still rose too fast, as if the mountain had followed her into the car.She stepped out slowly and walked toward the water, Edward’s phone is in her hand. The sea stretched before her, dark and endless, the waves striking the shore over and over like punishment that never truly ended.For a long moment, she only stared at the phone. Months of threats, manipulation, and the poison Edward had kept pouring
Clara left the mansion without looking back. Jeffery’s strange calm, his healthy appearance, and the way he failed to question her properly stayed in her mind, but Edward was the fire burning closest to her skin now. As she drove toward the location Edward had sent, she reached for her second phone and called someone she trusted. Her voice stayed low and direct as she gave the instructions. She needed her gun, black gloves, and digging tools brought to the hiking mountain road immediately. The person on the other end knew her well enough to understand that tonight was not a negotiation.The road grew narrower as she approached the mountain path. Rain clouds had already begun gathering overhead, turning the weather darker than it should have been. A black SUV was waiting by the roadside, inside it was the person she had called earlier, which had arrived waiting at the opposite side. The person handed her a small bag, and drove away without a word. Clara slipped the gloves into her
Clara drove inside. She stepped into the general sitting room, her eyes immediately locking on Jeffery. He was there, seated, a faint smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. She was surprised to meet him there instead of in a sick bed. There was no sign of Logan or the nurse. Something about him was off, but she forced herself to move forward. She had waited too long to hesitate now.“My love,” he said, his voice low, almost casual, as if nothing had happened. She stayed where she was for a moment, her expression showing neither relief nor doubt. Jeffery rose, taking a step toward her, and she held her ground. His expression was soft, almost familiar, but her instincts warned her something was off.Her phone buzzed violently in her pocket. “Pest,” it flashed. Clara froze for a fraction of a second, then let her hand drop without answering. Edward. “Even worse than Pest,” she thought as her mind wondered what he wanted to demand again. She clenched her jaw and forced herself to
There was a new message from her organization. The moment she saw the sender, her fingers moved slightly to her phone. Her eyes stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and her heart beat a little faster. She knew they never sent messages without a reason.Normally, she would have checked it immediately. No matter where she was or what she was doing, she always responded to them fast. But tonight, her emotions were too heavy, and her thoughts were completely consumed by Jeffery.She slowly looked away from the phone and leaned her head against the seat. Her swollen eyes closed halfway as fresh tears gathered again. Right now, nothing from the outside world mattered more than the fear eating her alive.The screen stayed glowing for some seconds before going dark again.A different part of the city was alive with loud music and flashing lights. The private party was already wild. Expensive drinks covered the tables, and women in tight dresses laughed as they stayed close to a man seated
She had returned the insult cleanly. For the first time that evening, Chloe truly studied her. This was not the easy target she expected. The event moved forward, but the air had changed. Now the women were paying attention to Clara in a different way. Not because she was Jeffery’s wife but because
Then the perfect moment came. Just when Jeffery was supposed to fully take the lead, her clip suddenly filled the projector screen. The board members were caught off guard, voices rising across the room as surprise spread from one end of the table to the other. It was exactly the break she wanted.
Clara days became increasingly full. Even moments meant for herself were often interrupted by calls, messages, or sudden changes in plans.Morning meetings turned into afternoon gatherings, which led into evening dinners. Each one required attention, presence, and awareness. There were nights she
Clara adjusted the bracelet on her wrist as she stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the entrance of the event hall before her. The security presence alone said enough about the kind of gathering she had been invited to. Since the wedding, invitations had not stopped coming, each one more excl