All Chapters of Broken Vows, Rising Flames : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Clara’s POV Leonard stepped out of the car the moment the engine faded into dead silence.He rounded the car and opened my door before I could even bring myself to do it. “Thank you,” I whispered quietly, forcing a small smile onto my face. I turned my head to Maurice. His eyes were shut, his head leaning awkwardly to one side of the car— it was obvious he had fallen asleep during the ride. I stepped out of the car and took a soft slow inhale. Leonard seemed to be a bit focused on his phone.I reached for the handle of the back seat to get Maurice, but Leonard held my wrist, his touch sending a surge down to my stomach.“Don’t worry. I’ll bring him in,” he said quietly, his voice firm and certain, leaving no room for disagreement.My gaze lingered on Maurice for a second longer, then I nodded gently as I turned back to Leonard.“I’ll be inside,” I said quietly, walking past him. Inside, I was welcomed by the familiar scent of the house—a faint blend of warm cedarwood and a soft

Clara’s POV I drove into the parking lot slowly, the tires screeching softly against the tar as I killed the engine. For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the coffee shop in front of me—warm lights, people going in and out, living their normal day.After six long years, I would see him again today. I knew I wasn’t nervous, but I couldn’t explain the weight sitting on my chest. Ethan had been there for me when I had no one—I was supposed to be happy to see him again, especially after six years of no contact. I exhaled quietly, reaching for my bag, and stepped out of the car. The air outside was chill. It crept over my skin, offering some comfort to my already burdened heart. I slightly adjusted the hem of my gown, walking toward the entrance, each step feeling heavier than the last. The bell above the door rang softly as I pushed it open.Warm air hit my face instantly, carrying the smell of coffee, sugar, and something faintly bitter.I paused just past the door, my eyes s

Clara’s POVFor a second, I couldn’t process his words. Did I really hear him right? Or was my mind playing a cruel prank on me? I turned toward him, confused and curious. “You're being serious, right now?” I asked quietly.He didn’t blink. “It’s true, Clara,” he said without any hesitation, his voice through my confusion like a blade. “Damon hasn’t been himself since he found out.”I let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking my head slowly. “It’s hard to believe, Ethan,” I said, trying my best to keep my voice calm when all I wanted to do was laugh. “So this is Karma.”Ethan exhaled softly as he pressed his palm to his forehand, then slowly dragged it down his face. “She deceived him for six years—” “Serves him right,” I cut in sharply, my voice calm and composed with a small smirk across my lips. His gaze darkened slightly as they met me again. “I know you’re angry,” he muttered. He paused, his eyes shifting to the customer who occupied the next table. His voice soften

Clara’s POVThe doctor’s expression was unreadable. “You need to stay calm, Clara,” he said quietly before his gaze shifted to Ethan. “I guess you’re the boy’s father?” He asked. Ethan shook his head immediately. “No, Doctor. The boy father is —”He swallowed the remaining words immediately as I shot him a grim look. I was never going to accept Damon as Maurice’s father.“Family friend,” he continued. “Please….how’s Maurice doing?” The doctor hesitated, as though the question itself took a heavy toll on him.He finally let out a soft exhale, lifting his gaze to meet mine. “The chemotherapy can only do so much to help,” he said quietly. “It might keep him stable for a while, but to truly give Maurice a fighting chance….” He paused, his gaze moving between Anita, Ethan and me.“He needs a bone marrow transplant. As soon as possible.” His words hit me hard like a punch to the face. I couldn’t even process his words. “Let’s do the transplant…… I’m ready to do whatever it will tak

Damon’s POV The chill of the air conditioner hit my face like a soothing touch the moment I got into the room. I took a deep breath, my eyes roaming, until they caught the city lights through the rolling glass door that led to the balcony. I gulped down some champagne from the bottle, brushed my mouth with the back of my hand, then moved toward the door.The door let out a soft screech as I pulled it open, the night air brushing against my face as it drifted in my direction.It felt refreshing— different from the artificial chill of the air conditioner.I walked down to the edge of the balcony, one hand on the railing while the other was actively holding onto my bottle of champagne.Looking down from about 170 feet, I could see the city in its full beauty. Street lights. Different cars moving to and fro in opposite directions. It was indeed an amazing view to behold. But the smile on my face suddenly faltered as Ethan’s words echoed again in my mind. Clara.He had gone to s