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,

to smile when she walked back in, trying

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 them. See if they

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

bite, forcing herself to smile.

just like his

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

anymore. His hands trembled as he set his fork down, the light in

a narrow bed and a desk pushed

for tought,” she said, her voice neutral. “Their sabus to town tomorrow morning. You can catch it and head to

tightened as he stared at her “You

not meeting his eyes. “Goodnight,” she said, walking out and shutting the door behind her. The sound of the door clicking shut felt final,

his head in his hands. The ache in his chest was unbeatable,

him. He walked over, besitting

would only

sharp tug, he pulled the cloth away. What be saw inade lus bratli

Her once masterful strokes were

someone whose hunds no longer