Clara’s POV
The headline was everywhere.
Splashed across my phone screen, the murmurs of strangers passing by on the street. There was no escaping it.
Dominic Blackwell and his mystery companion spotted together at an exclusive fundraiser. Who is he?
I didn’t even have to open the article to know who they were talking about.
Ethan.
My Ethan.
The photograph was artful, probably taken by one of those photographers with cameras that cost more than my car. Dominic looked like a king in his perfectly tailored suit, every inch of him power and poise. Ethan stood beside him, his expression softer, almost shy.
I knew.
Because that used to be me.
I sat on the couch in my cramped apartment, the glow of my phone screen painting everything in pale light. The world outside felt muted, distant
