All Chapters of Broken Vows, Rising Flames : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Clara’s POVI let out a humorless laugh.That was definitely what people do when they hear a joke. It had to be one too.The doctor’s brows pulled together, confusion flickered on his face.His voice was calm, his concern palpable as he spoke. “Are you alright?” I nodded once, waiting for him to finally reveal that this was all some sort of cruel prank. That Maurice was going to go through with his surgery.But it never happened.The truth settled in slowly—cruelly—like something heavy sinking into water, dragging everything down with it.My world tilted in place, right in front of me, as though reality had lost its balance. His words kept echoing in my ears, looping over and over again, refusing to settle where they belonged. Refusing to make sense.I couldn’t breathe.The room felt empty in the worst possible way—like all the air had been stolen at once, leaving behind nothing but a hollow, suffocating silence.“Are you for real, Doctor Sidney?” I managed to ask, like I was ready

Damon's POV My heart tightened as I stared at her, guilt swelling in my chest. I couldn't believe it. Yes, I had suspected it, but realizing the truth felt different, painful, made me look like a fool. I was a coward for leaving Clara and I fell right into karma's trap. She wasn't remorseful, not a single bit. She wasn't the fragile wife with amnesia anymore, she no longer was the woman who if I pushed too much could die. Come to think of it, I have been a fool all along. How on earth can amnesia cause death, it all made sense now.She had the doctor paid,but all for what, to get back at me, after wasting my life.My arms were tucked into my side as I just stared at her in shock as she ranted all around the place, screaming and I couldn't help but nod. She was a good actor, an impressive one. Because what I saw her display was a stark contrast to the woman she was yesterday. I descended from the small step from the door and came over to her, my eyes heavy with pain and my voice fu

Damon's POV The air between us all was heavy and painful and Maurice just stared at her, waiting for his answer.After a long silence, she finally looked at me once again and back at him, her voice changed from rage to a sweet but reluctant one.“Yes… he is your father,” she finally said with a deep sigh.He looked at her, his voice small but firm. I stared at his beautiful face, a child so pure and calm, a child that had to go through all of these just because of my stupidity.“Mommy, I love him and I want my papa,” he stretched his hand forward to me, but I couldn't go. Clara would rather die than see me any closer to her son. She leaned in immediately, looking into his eyes and cried deeply.“Don't forget the truth, Maurice. He's a monster, he left us to die and he's only here because she left him, I know that. We can't trust him, he'll do it again, you know that, right?” Her red eyes stared into his, but his heart was pure and free of hate. He simply replied with a softer respons

Leonard’s POV A rhythmic beeping sound was the first thing that pulled me to consciousness. Slowly, I tried to open my eyes, which felt very heavy. The brightness of the room attacked my eyes causing me to let out a groan. I squinted, trying to get accustomed to the brightness. I blinked rapidly to clear the fog of my vision. A white ceiling came into view. The sharp antiseptic smell hit my nose and that confirmed it all for me. I was in the hospital. Moving to sit up on the stiff bed, my muscles wouldn't budge. I felt like I weighed thousands of pounds. The pounding in my head made things worse. From my peripheral vision I noticed movements. I cleared my throat and a figure appeared almost immediately at my side. “Hey Mr Grayson, don't move about just yet.” “I'm nurse Abby, I will tell the doctor you're awake now.” She said softly. “Okay.” I groaned. She closed the door softly. There was an unfamiliar numbness from my waist below which I felt was due to lack

Clara's POVSilence swallowed the space between us. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak—just stared at Damon, shock written all over me. He broke the silence. “The second option, Clara, is having another child. A sibling for Maurice.I let out a laugh, a short humorless sound. “You must be joking Damon you must really be. You know there's no way I'm having a child with you right?”“I'm not joking. The doctor said that's our best chance. It's a thirty five percent success rate versus a five percent from the registry.“I don't care what the chances are Damon, I'm not having a child with you. Not now, not ever.”“Clara…”I crossed my arms, and my jaw tightened. “I said no!” Every word comes out firmly.I paced the room fuming in anger.“How could you contemplate this? Leo and I are getting married. That's my future, not having a baby with you.”He flinched like he was physically hurt by my words.“And you, aren't you married to Camilla?. You want to cheat on your wife?”He gripped his ha