Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Shirley glared at Katrina, her face twisted with anger and resentment.

"Don't think you've won," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Carlisle isn't staying married to you because he cares. He just doesn't want the Zachman family's reputation dragged through the mud. You think he actually values you?

Katrina's lips curled into a sharp smile, her tone icy. "And yet, liene you are, still the secret. Why hasn't he let you out of the shadows if he loved you so much? Why hasn't he given you the title you're so desperate for? Face it, Shirley you're just the mistress." "You watch your mouth!" Shirley's face flushed an angry red as she lunged forward, her hand raised to slap Katrina

But before Shirley could make contact, Katrina was quicker. Her hand struck first, landing a resounding slap across Shirley's face. The sharp crack echoed through the room, and Shirley staggered back, clutching her swelling cheek

"you dared to hit me?" Shirley stared at her in disbelief, her voice shaking with nuttage,

Kamina's gaze was cold and umelding. "That was for Clara. Don't think Carlisle's protection means I've forgotten what you've done to her. If you try to cross me again, don't expect me to hold back next time." e with fur

for a response, katrina turned and walked out,

tury.

for the humiliation. But the memory of Carlisle's mixed signals-the way he hadn't fully committed to her despite his actions-held her

silently, "I'll make

Clara finished typing a quick message to Alexander on her phone. "Dinner's ready, Come

set the phone down and began carrying the dishes she

froze in place every time his eyes met Clara's cold, distant gaze. He couldn't bear to hear her oject him again, so he stayed rooted, his hands trembling at his

already said all she needed to. Whatever Wren decided to do

of her

when deeply, like a kite twisting in his chest. Several times, he opened his mouth to

few moments later, walking in with his scalelaxed demeanor, though he immediately noticed the tension

hadn't been for Clara's presetice, Wren might have demanded answers about their relationship right then and there. Ignoring Wenentirely,

said, taking the plate

like the room was closing in on