No Strings Attached

Every place she passed seemed to echo with memories of lan. They had once kissed on a swing, basked in the sunlight lying on the grass. Together, they would run around the yard with their little dog, Snow. Every place she went seemed to carry the essence of lan.

Clara sat on the swing, gently stroking Snow's head. Her voice was soft. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Snow, I miss your dad."

Snow responded with a soft whimper.

Then Clara sighed, "If only he wasn't Leonora's son."

But the world wasn't made of "ifs." It was just a fanciful wish she harbored deep inside.

Clara chuckled at herself, a hint of self-mockery in her laughter.

Just then, she saw Chase's car pulling in. Sasha, like a little kite, ran towards her. "Clara, I came to see my godson!"

your husband's not home, sneak a bite, but not

she saw her, Clara's spirits lifted significantly. She stuck out her tongue, taking a lick

Come on, let me feel if he's grown any bigger." She

might want to touch less, lest the baby ends up fiery like you, a little firecracker ready to go

turned and glared at him.

sewn shut, I'd still say. Clara, can you believe her? Just because I entered her room without knocking, she beat me up first thing in

at Chase, "Why don't you ask what he did? He barged in when I

laugh, said, "It's not like I haven't seen it before. What's wrong with one more look? It's

towards Chase but missed as he dodged. The two started chasing each other around the

saw this scene, a

on, I've made Clara laugh. What more do you

not needed

going to get me some food? I

him, running back

out his phone, snapped a picture of Clara, and sent it to lan. "Made your wife laugh. Don't I get something for