Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 157

"When did Quinn start seeing a therapist?"

Clearly, he was shaken too, despite his anger towards Quinn that had been simmering since yesterday. Ryan sat back down, his emotions now settled.

"She started therapy after coming back. Mom said she grew up in an abusive foster home."

Shouldn't someone with severe psychological issues be forgiven for making a small mistake?

Simon glanced at Clara beside him, hesitating before finally speaking up. "Clara, I'm really sorry for the way things went down this time. I promise I won't jump to conclusions and accuse you again. I've been thinking a lot about Quinn and me these past few days. You're my fiancée in name, yet I was with her behind your back. That was totally my fault. If you agree to take the blame for this incident, I'll publicly announce our engagement is off, and we'll go our separate ways."

Up until now, there hadn't been an official announcement in their social circle about the broken engagement. Even though Simon and Quinn's wedding plans were in motion, society was always quick to judge women harshly. As long as the engagement wasn't officially called off, Clara would be seen as someone who was dumped before even getting to the altar.

looked into Simon's eyes, but he couldn't hold her gaze. She turned to Ryan, who also avoided

fingers lightly on her coffee cup and

and posted on social

had a lot of followers, though she couldn't remember them due to her amnesia. The post quickly got tons of comments, but she didn't bother reading them and handed the

to him. In the dead of winter, she'd make soup for him, not saying a word even when she burned herself. She'd stay by his side when he was drunk and always stared at him with

ago. I apologize for all the hurtful things I've said about her. It was my fault for changing my mind and breaking our long-standing engagement. I disappointed her. I even

also caused

satisfied. At least this jerk knew how to craft a

got up and hugged her. Clara froze, catching a glimpse of Dylan passing by the large floor-to-ceiling window. She wasn't sure if he'd seen her, but it

he let go. "Clara, I'm sorry