Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 735

Clara didn't say a word. Back in the car, she just sat there, hands still, staring at her phone before doing anything else. She meant to call Ryan-she'd been gone so long, he was probably out of his mind with worry.

But as soon as her screen lit up, a photo flashed across it: Dylan and Tara. The woman's skin was covered in marks, but Clara knew that dress-Tara had worn it before. The man was definitely Dylan.

Her finger hovered, frozen. She just stared at the photo, speechless.

Charles craned his neck to look, then slapped a hand over his eyes. "Whoa, that's way too much for my innocent eyes! Who sent you that? Wait-don't you have this number saved as 'husband'? So Dylan sent you that picture? Is he cheating on you and actually bragging about it?"

That's when Clara noticed the contact name-and frowned. It was Dylan's number. She thought this phone was brand new, but clearly, someone else had used it before her.

Who was it?

She was still trying to piece it together when Charles leaned back in his seat. "Or maybe it's Dylan's side chick trying to stir the pot. Why don't you just ask him yourself?"

Clara locked her phone. "Have I ever called you from this phone before?"

look like you've lost your mind or something. And you're not all over Dylan anymore. Weren't you always calling him 'husband'? That day you ran into him, you said it right away. Didn't seem like you

her phone tighter, confusion flickering across her

"I called Dylan... husband?"

about Dylan, calling him 'husband' like it was nothing. Now you can't remember any of it? Do you at least remember Emily? Or that time we went out and, well, did our

on Clara's forehead. She rubbed

the glove box. He handed her a bottle of water. "What's wrong? Don't scare

me out when I was buried alive, right? They injected me with something before that—

like an idiot for days, calling Dylan

woke up, he acted

collarbone. She'd seen it-his shirt hadn't been buttoned all the way, and the bite mark was impossible to

sŵnovel

not to let her mind go there,

from those

So she and Dylan...

did they do? Why couldn't she