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?"

you always calling him 'husband'? That day you ran into him, you said

tighter,

"I called Dylan... husband?"

a laugh. "Sis, you called me plenty of times, always chatting about Dylan, calling him 'husband' like it was nothing. Now you can't remember any of it? Do you at

out on Clara's forehead. She rubbed her brow,

worried and started rummaging through the glove box. He handed her a bottle of water. "What's wrong?

I was buried alive, right? They injected me with something before that— maybe that's why my memory's all

an idiot for days, calling

she woke up, he acted so close, like

burning, her heart pounding. She remembered the mark on Dylan's collarbone. She'd seen it-his shirt hadn't been

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mind go there, but now that

be from those

So she and Dylan...

they do? Why couldn't she