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.

hold her gaze. She

tapped her fingers lightly on her

posted on social media: [I fabricated the

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

Clara suddenly washed over him. Clara was genuinely good 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

My engagement with Clara was called off a while 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 belittled her repeatedly just for my reputation. I'm sorry. From now on, we'll

caused quite

quite satisfied. At least

suddenly got up and hugged her. Clara froze, catching a glimpse of Dylan passing by the large floor-to-ceiling window.

could push Simon away, he let go. "Clara, I'm sorry about