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,

smile when she walked back in, trying desperately to mask the storm

cheerful as he reached for the bowl in front of him. He placed a piece of chicken onto her plate, his eyes searching hers.” You used to love my chipotle chicken. Try

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 into the picture.

the bite, forcing herself to smile.

tender, just like

it for you more often, I promise.” He added

weight of it crushed him–the realization that nothing about them was the same anymore. His hands trembled as he set his fork down, the light

a narrow bed and a desk pushed against the wall. She

she said, her voice neutral. “Their sabus to town tomorrow morning. You can catch it

that tightened as he stared at her “You really want me

eyes. “Goodnight,” she said, walking out and shutting the door behind her. The sound of the door clicking shut felt final, like a barrier lockang bom

The ache in his chest was unbeatable, but when his eyes wandered, they landed on

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

underneath would only bring him more pain. But he couldn’t stop himself

away. What be saw inade lus bratli catch.

any of Clara’s work he had seen before. Her once masterful strokes were gone, replaced by

hunds no longer obeyed