Darren put Clarice on his bed. He took off her high heels and covered her with a blanket. Sighing and massaging the bridge of his nose, he stared at Clarice for a few moments. He felt that this was the first time he would have a special relationship with his best friend's wife. All this time he had been with other women who were different and single of course. Then fate made him have to have business with Clarice. Joshua's offer was tantalizing, any man who saw Clarice would immediately want to agree to the offer. But his little heart said it was difficult."How can you share your wife with me just because you're in jail, Joshua?" he asked as he looked at Clarice who had fallen asleep due to drunkenness. "What if I fall for her, Joshua? Doesn't that make our friendship break?"This time Darren restrained himself. He rolled out the bed cover on his couch and picked up a pillow. He lay down on it and closed his eyes to sleep.The next morning Clarice woke up, opening her eyes slowly. S
A month without Joshua in her life still leaves Clarice struggling to cope with new days. She continued to visit the prison and even the phone calls from Joshua came every day. Clarice always considered her visits to the prison as a form of encouragement for her even if it only lasted for a few hours, because she was honestly never satisfied with that limited communication.Her relationship with Darren was also still going on as it should. Clarice continued to think of Darren as her mentor while Darren always secretly monitored Clarice's condition when she was away from him because he thought that was what Joshua wanted from Clarice; to be safe when she was away from him.Clarice finally managed to understand some of Joshua's work after a month of learning from Darren. She was glad that she understood so quickly that she didn't have to keep calling Darren or meeting him because all she wanted to do was get away from Darren.Joana had even started living at the Mansion as well so they
Clarice cried after she heard the judge's decision that Joshua's sentence could not be commuted or even reduced. Because Joshua committed a murder that left two victims dead, Joshua was sentenced to life imprisonment.Clarice immediately left the courtroom and chose to take a deep breath of air outside. Her body shook with unceasing crying. Her chest felt so tight that she couldn't bear to see Joshua in person forever.Then Darren came and touched her shoulder. Clarice immediately turned around and looked at him. "What?" she asked."He's waiting for you. Meet him, I think he wants to have you at a time like this. He needs you, Clarice."Clarice almost refused. Yeah ... she wasn't in the mood to meet her husband for now, but what Darren said was true. She just needed to strengthen her heart more to face her husband.A big part of Clarice also blamed herself because if she hadn't told Joshua that she would be relieved if he confessed at the police station, then the life sentence wouldn't
Her tears broke out when she saw the accident in front of her own eyes. The incident where her boyfriend was hit by a car while trying to save her. They were arguing, and Clarice left Joel and ran without looking to her right or left. Then ... the accident happened. Clarice ran and lifted Joel's body in her lap. Blood was everywhere, including on her hands and clothes. Joel looked up at her with wide eyes, a body in pain, and a hand that reached up to wipe Clarice's cheek but failed. "No, please! You have to hold on!" she said, crying with a sense of panic. "Someone call an ambulance!" Clarice shouted. Many pedestrians surrounded her. Many of them were buzzing by themselves until the sound of the ambulance finally arrived. Joel's body was brought inside and Clarice went along to keep her boyfriend company. "I'm sorry, I was wrong!" said Clarice. She held Joel's hand so tightly. "You have to hold on. Don't leave me!" Nothing came out of Joel's lips. He tried to speak, but he coul
Coffee Eatery was the place where Tristan took Clarice. He knew the woman he had just met was feeling a deep sadness and heartache that wouldn't go away anytime soon. He watched as Clarice ordered a coffee, which Clarice had said she didn't drink it. Tristan began to wonder what had changed Clarice to order coffee. She's probably dealing with a lot of things, I should let her be until I feel her grief is enough, Tristan thought. Clarice was silent with a look that had no life in it. It would be a pity for Tristan if his life continued to mourn the sadness of someone who was gone forever. "Go ahead and tell your story," Tristan said, starting to speak. Clarice gave him a strange look. She had no idea what he meant, so she chose silence as her response. "What's your name?" asked Tristan without caring that he was being ignored. "I won't tell you my name since this is my first and last meeting. Let's just say it's a way of consoling me that I can't be at my boyfriend's grave when
Clarice couldn't work to her full potential. In her spare time, she would cry as she stared at her picture frame with Joel, which was always on her desk to encourage her. Now, that spirit has disappeared since he’s gone. Clarice seemed to have no strength to live her life. Every day her eyes swelled up and it was distressing whenever her coworkers asked about her condition. It was not uncommon for all of them to want to take over Clarice's work and tell her to just rest in her apartment. Clarice closed the picture frame - no! She even put it in her desk drawer so she could focus on her work. She breathed in and out repeatedly, but at least it worked. She was able to get a little bit of work done but it took so long that by the time her shift was over, she didn't realize it. "Clarice? Aren't you going home?" asked Stella, passing by her desk. Clarice turned her head and noticed the watch in her left hand. "Oh? I didn't know it was evening." "Just go home. Or do you want us to hav
Her lips gaped open. She was taken aback by an unexpected statement that almost caused her heart to stop for a moment. How could someone who barely knew her like her in a matter of a day, or maybe more? Because Clarice had never felt that way, but the man before her, openly admitted to liking her. Clarice swallowed. She scrutinized Tristan Penn's appearance. The charismatic CEO but also a billionaire became very convincing in his declaration of affection. His confidence in that statement made Clarice certain that Tristan Penn was no ordinary man. Twice she had met him, and both times she had seen him look the same appearance. Just this time Tristan was wearing a suit of a different color. "Are you done assessing my appearance, Clarice Morgan?" he asked, distracting Clarice's thoughts. Clarice blinked her eyes repeatedly. She felt as if she had awoken from a dream that was neither bad nor good. "Just get lost … " snapped Clarice, indifferently. "I'm not leaving until you listen
Clarice was preoccupied with her thoughts because her landlord was on her side, and she felt trapped. Even if she moved, it would be impossible because this apartment had become her most comfortable place. Moreover, the apartment has many memories with Joel. Not only that, but the price was reasonable for her. DING! The sound of the elevator clinked when she and Tristan finally arrived at the floor where her room was stated. She walked ahead of Tristan without speaking at all until when she reached the front of the room, she turned around. "You can leave now," Clarice said to him, "you've brought me to the front of my room." Tristan looked at Clarice's door, which had the floor number and room number written on it. He recalled it in his head, then looked down, where Clarice was shorter than him. "Okay. You're safe. So, do you have plans for tomorrow?" asked Tristan. "No, I don’t. You'd better go, I want to be alone." "Tomorrow, go with me. I'll take you to your ex-boyfriend’s