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Chapter 4

ผู้เขียน: Explosive King
“It’s nothing,” I said calmly. “She just congratulated us. She said she’ll attend in person.”

The moment Julius heard that, he visibly relaxed, and a relieved smile returned to his face.

“That’s good. It means she’s finally moved on. I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress.”

Looking at the anticipation in his eyes, I couldn’t help but smile back.

Over the next few days, Julius settled down and focused entirely on preparing for the wedding. Every detail, down to the flower bouquet and even the wedding music, he personally oversaw. At the same time, I quietly made a trip to the courthouse and obtained a divorce decree, waiting for the wedding day to arrive.

That afternoon, while Julius was out handling some business, Lea’s social media was updated. In the corner of one of her photos, a man’s hand was visible, and I immediately recognized it as Julius’s hand.

I stared at the image for a long moment, then calmly printed out all the previous posts I had saved and packed them neatly into a box.

“What are you up to?”

Julius’s surprised voice suddenly came from behind me. His eyes fell on the box in my hands, and then he smiled.

“Is this another surprise?”

Looking at how seriously he believed in us, I smiled and asked quietly, “You’re that sure I’m going to marry you? Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away on the wedding day?”

His smile only deepened. He patted my head as he said, “Don’t be ridiculous. No matter where you go, I’ll find you.”

I said nothing. Instead, I handed him the box.

“Yes, it’s a surprise for you. Don’t forget to open it at the wedding.”

He held the box tightly with a warm smile on his face. He was completely unaware of anything unusual.

Soon, it was the day of the wedding. I was in the back room making final adjustments when Mrs. Carter walked in. Without a word, she pushed a bank card in front of me.

“Here’s your ten million dollars. Where’s the divorce decree?”

I handed her the divorce papers.

She flipped through it briefly, and a mocking smile curled on her lips. “Good. At least you know your place. When you’re done, get out.”

Outside, through the half-open door, I could see Julius speaking and laughing with the guests. Maybe this really was the last time we would ever cross paths like this.

As if sensing something, he suddenly turned around, and his eyes met mine. He walked toward me immediately.

“Clara,” he said gently. “Why do you look pale? Are you nervous?”

Before he could finish, his gaze landed on the documents in Mrs. Carter’s hands. The smile on his face froze.

“Mom, what is that?”

Before anyone could answer, a bright voice suddenly rang out from behind. “Congratulations, Mr. Carter!”

Seeing Lea enter gracefully, Mrs. Carter immediately grabbed the girl’s hand and glanced at me with a knowing smile.

When Julius saw Lea, he frowned, and his voice turned colder. “What are you doing here? I said I’m not handling business today.”

After that, he turned back to me and said, “Clara, wait for me.”

Struggling to contain his anger, he grabbed Lea and pulled her away.

I watched the two of them tugging at each other down the hallway until they finally stopped at the corner and started arguing about something. Then, I removed my wedding dress and, without looking back, left through the side exit.

Meanwhile, Julius walked back into the room with a relaxed expression. He had made it clear to Lea that he would send her abroad and that, from now on, they were even.

He hurried to the backroom, suddenly wondering if I would get the wrong idea since he’d been gone for half an hour. A slight unease crept into his chest as he pushed the door open. Inside were Mrs. Carter and the makeup artist, and I was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Clara?” he asked immediately.

For some reason, he felt a sense of emptiness wash over him, and his face went pale.

Just as Mrs. Carter snickered and was about to say something, his assistant rushed in and said shakily, “Mr. Carter, something’s wrong. The airline just called. The plane Ms. Sink was on has crashed.”

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    One year later, at the Parise Opera House, my solo performance of Giselle came to an end. The deafening applause was so intense that it felt like it might lift the entire dome.Backstage, flowers piled up like a mountain, and the air was thick with their fragrance. Yet, my eyes were fixed on a single bouquet of white roses in the corner. It didn’t come with a card or a signature, just like every year for the past three years. However, I knew who it was from.After the performance, Dean draped a soft cashmere coat over my shoulders, and we walked side by side along the river. The night wind lifted my hair, carrying the quiet romance unique to Parise.“Are you really not going back?” he asked softly.Behind his glasses, his eyes reflected the shimmering lights on the river.I looked toward the Grand Tower glowing in the distance and slowly shook my head. “There’s nothing left for me there anymore.”Everything from the past—the love, hatred, and obsession—had been buried with that p

  • The Dream of a Dying Swan   Chapter 9

    Dean’s words landed like a slap across the face of Julius and shocked the entire upper-class circle of Cloud City. However, it never crossed my mind that a desperate person was capable of doing anything.Julius went insane. He mobilized every connection and resource the Carter family had to tear into Dean’s company like a rabid dog, setting one business trap after another. The pressure escalated so fast that Dean had no choice but to fly overseas immediately to handle the crisis.As for me, after a performance one night, I was forcibly invited back to the home I once shared with Julius. Everything inside was exactly as I had left it—the sofa cushions, the book I never finished reading, and even the dying plant on the balcony.“Clara.” Julius’s voice was hoarse.He dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud and grabbed my leg tightly.“I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I swear I’ll never see Lea again. My mother… I’ve cut ties with her, too. She won’t bother you anymore.”He l

  • The Dream of a Dying Swan   Chapter 8

    Two forces tore through me at the same time. One was Julius’s madness, like he wanted to crush every bone in my body just to keep me from leaving. The other was Dean’s warm and unwavering protection.Julius’s sharp and dangerous gaze was fixed on the hand Dean had around my waist. It looked like he wanted to rip Dean apart alive.“Let go of her!” Julius roared, losing his mind.Dean let out a soft laugh. However, behind his glasses, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he pulled me closer instead.His voice wasn’t loud, but every word cut deep. “Mr. Carter, if you can’t handle being in a substitute-related relationship, don’t. It’s pathetic.”Julius’s raging anger simmered in an instant. The color drained from his face, and he staggered back half a step, staring at me in disbelief.“No… Clara, it’s not like that. Listen to me. Let me explain…”Looking at his desperate, broken expression, I felt sick to my stomach. As I couldn’t be bothered to look at him anymore, I linked my arm th

  • The Dream of a Dying Swan   Chapter 7

    The next day, I attended a charity gala. The moment I stepped into the venue, I saw Julius immediately, and beside him stood Lea. From her makeup, hairstyle, and down to her smile, she was deliberately imitating me.The moment Lea’s eyes met mine, her smug expression froze instantly. The champagne glass in her hand slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor with a sharp crash. For a split second, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Julius followed her gaze, and when his eyes landed on my face, he froze. It was like he had been struck head-on by lightning.Lea was the first to recover, but what replaced her shock was a twisted jealousy. She picked up a glass of red wine, adjusted her heels, and walked straight toward me with a forced smile.“Miss, you look unfamiliar. Are you new here?”The moment the words left her mouth, her wrist tilted, and the deep red liquid splattered toward my pure white dress.“Where did this impostor come from? You sure have the nerve to embarr

  • The Dream of a Dying Swan   Chapter 6

    National Performing Arts Centre was packed to capacity. It was the final night of a world-class international ballet company’s tour, and tickets had been nearly impossible to get. Under the spotlight at center stage, a dancer in a black tutu rose onto pointe. In that instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent. In the first row of the VIP section, a man rested his head on his hand. His expression was almost weary, as if nothing on stage could truly hold his attention. Carter Corporation was the main sponsor of this tour, so Julius had no choice but to attend.I could almost picture him there. Over the past three years, I had occasionally seen him in financial magazines looking more withdrawn and thinner than before, like a blade that had lost its edge.As the music reached its climax, I completed the iconic thirty-two fouettés. Each turn carried the power of a swan rising from the ashes, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause. During the curtain call, I looked up and

  • The Dream of a Dying Swan   Chapter 5

    The entire room fell into dead silence, and Julius’s face instantly drained of all color. He staggered backward, as if all the strength had been drained out of his body.“That’s impossible. What are you talking about? She said she had a surprise for me! How could she possibly be on a plane?”Mrs. Carter scoffed and said sarcastically, “You were going to marry her, but she’s taken the money and run!”Still refusing to believe it, Julius tore open the gift box in his arms. The next second, a stack of photos scattered to the floor. The sight of them turned Lea’s face pale.Julius screamed like a madman, his eyes bloodshot as he tried to rush out. However, his mother and Lea held him back firmly, one on each side.“Julius, calm down! She’s dead. What’s the point of going now?” Mrs. Carter’s sharp voice pierced through the room.Lea clung to his arm, tears streaming down her face. “Julius, calm down. Maybe there’s been a mistake. Maybe luck’s on her side, and she'll be fine–”Julius

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