CLARK’S POV
The first thing I felt was anger.
Not the loud kind but the quiet one that sits in your chest and burns slowly.
Eva’s face kept replaying in my head as I walked out of the restaurant… the shock, the restraint, the disappointment.
She didn’t yell, she didn’t cry as she simply chose herself.
That hurt more than the water she poured on me and to be honest, I really didn't know what came over me.
Seeing her together with that sorry excuse of a man she called her boyfriend made me extremely jealous and furious.
I didn’t know where I was going when I stepped into the night.
My phone buzzed several times…Rachel, my assistant, even my driver but I ignored all of it.
Immediately Eva walked out of the restaurant, Rachel started her usual tantrums and I was definitely not in th
