Clarence’s POV The morning air felt light, like it hadn’t yet made up its mind whether to scorch or stay mild. I sat quietly in the backseat of the car as we pulled away from the house, watching the city wake up. It was supposed to be a routine meeting—a follow-up with a group of investors who wanted to expand into the wellness sector. I had done hundreds of meetings like this. But today, I couldn’t shake the tight feeling in my chest. I sent Julian a quick message as we pulled up to the expressway. “Heading to the meeting now. Will update in 10.” I could almost hear his voice in my head telling me to be careful. I wasn’t used to being checked on this much, but I understood why. After the accident… after Damon… things hadn’t felt right. And Julian wasn’t the type to let his guard down once it was up. The car ride was uneventful at first. We passed the usual places—old banks, street vendors already setting up, that bakery I kept meaning to stop by. But then, something caught my
Clarence’s POVThe morning air felt light, like it hadn’t yet made up its mind whether to scorch or stay mild. I sat quietly in the backseat of the car as we pulled away from the house, watching the city wake up. It was supposed to be a routine meeting—a follow-up with a group of investors who wanted to expand into the wellness sector. I had done hundreds of meetings like this. But today, I couldn’t shake the tight feeling in my chest.I sent Julian a quick message as we pulled up to the expressway.“Heading to the meeting now. Will update in 10.”I could almost hear his voice in my head telling me to be careful. I wasn’t used to being checked on this much, but I understood why. After the accident… after Damon… things hadn’t felt right. And Julian wasn’t the type to let his guard down once it was up.The car ride was uneventful at first. We passed the usual places—old banks, street vendors already setting up, that bakery I kept meaning to stop by. But then, something caught my eye in
Julian’s POV.I was at the hospital by 8 a.m., but my mind hadn’t arrived with me.I moved through the motions—greeting the nurses, checking charts, and discussing cases but the weight of Damon’s business card burned like a hidden coal in my pocket. That sleek black design. His name was printed in silver like it meant something.Why did she still have it?I tried to brush it off. Tried to remind myself that Damon had no place in her life anymore but silence had its language. The surgery I was scheduled for wasn’t complicated—a routine appendix removal. I scrubbed in and focused on the procedure like I always did. But halfway through, I realized I was reaching for the wrong instrument.My assistant corrected me gently, her voice low but firm: “Scalpel, Doctor.”I stared down, my jaw tight, and nodded. I finished the surgery without another mistake, but I knew I had been off. I wasn’t fully present and that wasn’t just dangerous, it was unacceptable.Afterwards, I walked straight into
Clarence’s POV. I didn’t expect Damon to show up again. Not after the way I shut him down at the hospital. But the man had always been persistent. He had this way of pressing until you gave in—not always through force, sometimes just by lingering long enough until you were too tired to resist. That part of him hadn’t changed. I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the empty street below. The afternoon sun washed the buildings in a soft haze, but I felt no comfort in it. Everything still felt off. Damon’s sudden reappearance in my life, his soft-spoken apologies, and now this… plea to help him “start over.” I wasn’t naive. He never did anything without an agenda. Still, part of me felt unsettled—like there was something I wasn’t seeing clearly. Julian called just as I was going through some documents. Hearing his voice made my chest loosen a bit. He always had that effect. Steady, reassuring. I put my pen down and leaned back on the couch. “How are you feeling today?”
Damon’s POV. The motel room smelled like bleach and leftover cigarettes. The wallpaper peeled at the corners, and the bed creaked if I so much as breathed wrong. But it was all I could afford—for now. I sat at the edge of the bed, my phone in hand, scrolling through old press coverage of Clarence. Photos of her in suits, smiling in front of microphones, speaking at events, and cutting ribbons. The kind of life that used to be mine too. Once upon a time, we were side by side in those frames. Now, it was just her until Gina came back, making me have to push her out not knowing that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. If Clarence were still with me, I could have still had control even over the company that ruined everything and my life wouldn't have taken this turn. I sighed and tossed the phone aside. It landed on the pillow like it had more right to rest than I did. My eyes drifted to the stack of papers beside me—the release terms. I had read them so many times that I
Clarence’s POV.The hospital room felt less suffocating after a few days, and by the time I was discharged, I was desperate for the quietness of home. Julian brought me back himself, as he always insisted on doing things personally, especially when it came to me. He didn’t want me walking around too much, even though the doctor said I would heal completely with time.That evening, we had dinner in the garden. He had made sure the table was set with all my favorites. The breeze was light, the food warm, and his presence grounding. But my appetite was missing, just like my peace.I pushed a fork around my plate, and the food was barely touched. “I had that dream again last night,” I said, softly.Julian looked up from his plate. “The one about your mother?”I nodded. “It’s always the same. We’re in the car. It’s raining. She’s glancing at me through the rearview mirror, saying something I can’t quite hear. Then the horn, the screech… and then she’s gone.”He set his fork down, giving m