CLARK’S POV
The trip ended quietly.
Too quietly.
No scandals..No headlines and no pictures.
Just the kind of silence that follows chaos when everything looks calm on the outside, but something underneath is already cracked.
As soon as we landed back home, I felt the weight return to my chest.
Work waited, the wedding waited, Life waited.
And Rachel followed.
She didn’t even ask.
I noticed her car behind mine the moment I left the airport.
At first, I told myself it was a coincidence but by the third turn, I knew it wasn’t.
When I finally pulled into my house and stepped out, she was already getting out of her car, arms folded, lips pressed tight.
“What are you doing here, Rachel?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
“I followed you,” she said plainly, like it was nothing.
“That
