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!"

cupcake. "While your husband's not home, sneak a bite,

tongue, taking a lick of the cupcake, and closed her eyes in

even more. Come on, let me

to touch less, lest the baby ends up

turned and glared at him. "I'm gonna sew your mouth

undeterred, teased, "Even 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 the morning, and my arm still hurts." Clara, holding the cupcake, watched Sasha with amusement. "Sasha, aren't

did? He barged in when I was undressed. Do you think I let

haven't seen it before. What's wrong with one

Sasha kicked towards Chase but missed as he dodged. The two started chasing each other around the yard, with Snow barking behind

Clara saw this scene, a smile finally

I've made

not needed here anymore. Beat

going to get me some food? I

ignored him, running back

his phone, snapped a picture of Clara, and sent it to lan. "Made