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

waiting for a response, katrina turned and walked out, leaving Shidley

tury.

wanted to storm after Katrina, making her pay for the humiliation. But the memory of Carlisle's mixed signals-the way he hadn't fully committed to her despite

Shirley vowed silently, "I'll make

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

began carrying the dishes she had prepared

stood nearby, awkward and unsure. He wanted to help, but he 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

for her part, felt she had already said all she needed to. Whatever Wren decided to do stay or retun to Phoypolis looking at him, her

her hands now,

in his chest. Several times, he opened his mouth to

arrived a few moments later, walking in with his scalelaxed

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

the plate with a casual

room was closing in on him. His chest tightened,