Your Love Is But a Dream

and sat down that he realized why: she had no

Chapter 97

Watching as Clara walked out with a plate of pasta for someone else, Wren felt his heart sink into a pit of bitterness. She used to do these little things for him bringing him cofler during his late nights, cooking meals when he worked himself to exhaustion. But now, her kindness was reserved for someone else.

So this was what it felt like, be thought, watching the person you loved pour their care into someone else. The ache clawed at his chest, and his jealousy bubbled so Bercely that it bordered on madness

And then it hit him- how had she felt all those times he and lvy had flaunted their relationship right in front of her, acting as though she didn’t exist—as though

her feelings didn’t matter?

s his own

own.daling

The realizationtere at him. The pain die felt now was

Clara tumed not long after, not lingering with that man for more than a few ininutes. Not even those brief moments had dragged on for Wren, each second stretching like anetemity,

forced himself to smile when she walked back in, trying desperately to mask

of him. He placed a piece of chicken onto her plate, his eyes searching hers.” You used to

piece of chicken and chewed slowly. It lasted overly sweet and had a strange, bitter aftertaste. It was not at all like what she remembered. The last time Wren had made this dish for her was years ago, long before Ivy came

herself to smile.

and tender, just like

face lit up, and for a moment, she saw a glimpse of the man who used to be her world. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll make it for you more often, I promise.” He added more food to her plate, watching her eat as though her approval was all he needed. But his expression faltered when he took a bite of the ribs himself. The Lastewasn’t right–wasn’t the same at

same anymore. His

a study. The space was sparse–just a narrow bed and a desk

tomorrow morning. You can catch it and head to the airport from there. Make mote you have volg ticket

tightened as he stared at her “You really want

turned away, not meeting his eyes. “Goodnight,” she said, walking out and shutting the door behind her. The sound of

sat heavily on the bed, his head in his hands. The ache in his chest was unbeatable,

the better of him. He walked over, besitting as his hand hovered over the

kore be shouldn’t He knew that whatever was underneath would only bring him more pain. But he couldn’t stop himself

cloth away. What

Clara’s work he had seen before. Her once masterful strokes were gone, replaced by uneven lines and messy

athughcealed by someone whose hunds no longer obeyed their