Go Far Away Novel Clara And Ethan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He still remembered how cold that small band of gold felt when he picked it up. Then Clara had gone too, a week later, after a thousand arguments that never found their ending. She had begged him to come with her, to leave the city and start over somewhere no one knew their names. But Ethan had seen what they had done—not only to his marriage but to themselves—and he couldn’t pretend that what was left between them could survive without tearing at both their souls. He had told her to go. She had kissed him goodbye on the porch, trembling, and whispered, “Then live with it, Ethan. But don’t you dare forget that it was real.”

But leaving her there, in Ethan’s grip, would’ve been worse. Clara hesitated for a second, then slipped her arm through mine. She held her chin high, but her hand trembled slightly against my sleeve. Ethan leaned closer, his voice low and venomous. “She’ll leave you, too, Knight. Just like she left me.” “She didn’t leave you,” I muttered. “You destroyed her.” Ethan’s smirk faltered just enough to satisfy me. We walked out together. Past the sea of cameras, past Ethan’s mocking smile and past the vultures already spinning their stories.

Her chest rose and fell too quickly, every breath feeling shallow and forced. A slow smirk tugged at Ethan’s lips—there was no warmth in it, only a kind of cruel amusement. “Should I keep going? Want to hear what else we’ve dug up, Ms. March?” Clara shook her head weakly. “No.” He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together in front of his face. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. That eerie calmness in his posture and in his expression only made her stomach twist harder. “Did you really think your little side trip with Ms. Foster wouldn’t get back to us?”

Afterward, we lay side by side without speaking. Phoebe turned slightly and buried her face in the hollow of my neck. Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. "If only tomorrow wouldn't come..." However, good moments never last long. ... The next morning, Shanine woke with a headache. She clung to my arm and complained playfully, "Did I embarrass myself last night? Still, it was fun. Next time we should travel with Phoebe again, to somewhere even farther away!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Hannah said over the phone. “Yes mother, you're right… Clark and I are really tired of having to deal with him too. He can't get a single thing and all he wants is to be pampered all the time.” This had Ethan's heart racing rapidly for he could only wish he were in a dream and not hearing it anything at all. “Clark, my lawyer??? Who is this Marcus??” Ethan asked himself internally. Ethan staggered back as though the floor had dropped right under his structure. At this point his mind was reeling with so many thoughts for all that was being said made him weak in the knees. He realised his entire life had been nothing but a whole damn and this left him so helpless.