Chapter Eighteen
“Married?” Clemence stared at Adria with distress and horror. No. It couldn’t be true. Ivo and Sofia were married?
“They didn’t want anyone to know until afterward,” Adria said gently. She took Clemence’s hand. “I know this must a shock, dear, but you must know by now – Ivo has moved on.”
Clemence felt a stone lodge in her throat and she looked away from Adria’s gaze. “I’m happy for him. For them.”
“Clemence, I know what you must be feeling. I know you told Sofia about my cancer against Ivo’s wishes. I’m going to pretend that wasn’t deliberate.”
Clemence flushed. “I can’t help myself. She’s so beautiful and kind and…he never looked at me the way he looks at her, Adria. It hurts. Especially when I’m carrying his child. I’m sorry.”
She dashed away the hot tears that we
