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DAMIEN
Leading Clara to the waiting car, I instructed the driver to proceed. Throughout the journey, she remained silent, her gaze fixed firmly on the passing scenery outside, as if deliberately avoiding any interaction.
Finally breaking the tense silence, I spoke up, the remnants of my anger toward James still evident in my voice. "You should have told me he was your ex-husband," I rasped, my words weighted with frustration. "Look at me."
But Clara remained stubborn, refusing to meet my gaze as she continued to stare out of the window. "What difference would it have made if I told you?" she countered, her tone defensive, her body tense with withheld emotions.
Furrowing my brow, I took a moment to collect my thoughts, draw
