Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 296

If it were Clara, she would also feel possessive over someone she truly loved.

However, she would never go as far as hurting others just to win a man, unlike Ivy. Still, Clara understood something very clearly-love couldn't be shared.

She loved Wren and wanted to be the only one in his heart. That was why she could somewhat understand why Ivy couldn't tolerate her presence.

No matter what Ivy was trying to gain from Wren, there was at least a bit of genuine affection mixed in with her act.

Even if Wren claimed it had all been an act during his time with Ivy, Clara knew it was hard to draw a clear line. People often developed real feelings while pretending, and she couldn't be sure he hadn't felt anything at all.

Clara said those things because she wanted Wren to think clearly and stop doing things he might regret.

"Is this your excuse for rejecting me?" Wren asked, letting out a bitter laugh. "Clara, I know you can tell what Ivy and Shirley were really up to when they moved into the Zachman family home.

"Did Ivy get close to me because she truly cared, or was it because of my status, hoping to use me to marry into the Zachman family? I used her, but didn't she use me, too?"

If Ivy hadn't been so greedy, she wouldn't have ended up tangled in all this.

in return. What he had offered Ivy should have been more than enough for her to

right through his true feelings, which was why she kept framing Clara and constantly pushing his boundaries. What he didn't expect was that Clara

Even if she didn't hate Ivy, she still

complicated. Everything she said was just

but haven't you been enabling her all along?" Clara said, looking at Wren with a hint of sarcasm. Wren, you surely haven't forgotten that day in the private room, when you let her humiliate me in front of everyone. Don't you remember what

suddenly

to stop her from going on, but no

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at him with contempt as she listed everything he had done. "You threw away the ring designed myself, and you looked at me like I was nothing. You told me you were

that day on, I started forcing myself to let go of you. I kept trying

you still wouldn't

Clara. The ring—" Wren tried to

Don't you remember who was blamed that day? Ivy burned me on purpose, and yet you forced

knew how important those paintings were to me, but you let

then pulled