Chapter 5

lan’s grip tightened on his glass, his knuckles almost turning white. His heart felt like it had been stabbed at that very moment.

The day Heidi attempted suicide, Clara had bombarded him with calls about her excruciating cramps, and although he had answered at first, in a fit of anger, he eventually hung up on her. He couldn’t shake the thought that she would break up with him over this.

With his gaze cast downward, lan listened to Edwin and Chase spewing venom at the scumbag of a husband He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even feel the cigarette burning into the back of his hand.

Restlessness consumed him all evening. At times like these, Clara would have already called, concerned. Yet now, well past midnight, not a single message had pinged his phone.

A bad feeling suddenly gripped him.

He stubbed out his cigarette and, clutching his phone, left in a hurry.

Stepping out of the bar, he saw a little girl approaching him, her basket brimming with fresh flowers. “Sir, would you like to buy some for your girlfriend?” she asked with a smile.

lan’s eyes fixated on the vibrant champagne roses in the basket, and Edwin’s words echoed in his head-“Just butter her up.”

up for me,” he

flowers and handing them to lan, her words a

time that night, lan’s stern face softened. He pulled out a few crisp hundred–dollar bills from his wallet

greeted by that petite figure he expected, but by the housekeeper

you some chicken noodle soup. Would you like a bowl?”

he glanced upstairs, “Is she asleep?”

then said, “Ms. Clara’s gone. She asked me to give this

of Clara’s clothes. Fury pulsed through him, and he crumpled the list and

endless rings before she finally picked

voice was hoarse

around the phone. “You sure you want to play it

Clara replied, her calmness

you dare regret this, Clara.” With that, he

housekeeper called after him.

His voice was sharp, and he didn’t look back as

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