Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 111

The following day, Erie sat at the head of the dining table, dressed in a crisp white shirt. His expression was unreadable as he stirred his coffee absently while thinking about his daughter, Evelyn, and how he had failed her.

Claire, seated beside him, was equally quiet, her eyes downcast as she picked at her fruit salad. She was equally thinking of her daughter, Sandra, and how she had failed to raise her correctly.

The click of heels against the floor announced Sandra’s arrival. She entered the dining room looking forlorn, although her hair was perfectly styled. and her makeup flawlessly applied, as always.

“Good morning!”

“she greeted as she slid into her chair opposite her parents.

Eric and Claire looked up simultaneously, their expressions neutral as they greeted her. “Morning,” Eric muttered, his voice lacking the warmth it usually held.

Claire echoed the greeting with a forced smile, her eyes flickering briefly to Sandra’s before dropping back to her plate.

Sandra didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air, if she did, she chose to ignore it. She poured herself a cup of coffee, her movements smooth and practiced. After taking a sip, she set the cup clown and leaned back in her chair, her gaze flitting between her parents “So,” she began, her tone casual, “how was your date last night?”

Eric and Claire exchanged a quick glance, both of them struggling to maintain their composure. “It was fine, Claire answered, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We had a nice time.”

good, Eric added, his tone clipped. He avoided looking directly at Sandra, focusing instead on his plate as

she still didn’t pick up on their

sip of her coffee, then set the cup down with a satisfied sigh. “Anyway, you won’t

mid–motion.

“What has she done this time?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, Sandra, mistaking his reaction for his usual anger at Evelyn, smirked inwardly, leaned

not sure

to speak, then do so. If you won’t, keep shut!” Claire

trying to seduce Michael’s cousin, Derek. Can you believe that?” Sandra asked, her

fork pausing mid–air. “That’s ridiculous,” she said,

herself,” she replied, her tone suggesting that it was

have this conversation?” Claire asked, even though she knew already because Evelyn had told them about it

she wanted Derek and that I could have Michael.

his blood boiling, but not for the reasons Sandra assumed. He hated hearing her talk about Evelyn this way, spreading more

lost her job?” she asked, feigning surprise. “Maybe now she will return to the family company

smile faltered, and for a split second, a scowl threatened to break through her composed exterior. She quickly forced a smile back to her face, though it didn’t reach her

Sandra’s as he asked, “Are you

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