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

response, katrina turned and

tury.

entire body shook with rage. She wanted to storm after Katrina, making her pay for the humiliation. But

day, Shirley vowed silently, "I'll make her pay

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

the dishes she had prepared

every time his eyes met Clara's cold, distant gaze. He couldn't bear to hear her oject

to. Whatever Wren decided to do stay or retun to Phoypolis looking at him, her

of her hands now, she

Several times, he opened his mouth to say something, but each time, the words died in

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

soon as Alexander enterrd, Wren's sharp, assessing gaze fixed on him, and his jealousy and suspicion were almost palpable. If it hadn't been for Clara's presetice, Wren might have demanded answers about their relationship right then and there. Ignoring Wenentirely, Clara greeted Alexander with a warm smile. "Come on, sit down. Dinner's ready." She handed Alexander a plate with practiced ease, her movertente natural

taking the plate with a

made Wren feel like the room was closing in on him. His chest tightened, and every breath felt like