Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 894

She didn’t even let him finish. “Get better? Dylan, come on. I know exactly what you’re doing. The moment you said that to me, I guessed you’d start punishing yourself. I was right, wasn’t I? You really think if you don’t get better, this marriage will just drag on forever?”

His lashes flickered, and his face lost what little color it had left.

Clara walked over to the dresser. Last time, she’d turned the whole bedroom upside down—she knew exactly where the marriage certificates were.

He must have realized what she was about to do, because suddenly he reached out and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

She didn’t stop. She opened the drawer.

There they were: two little red booklets, impossible to miss. She picked them up and looked straight at him.

His fingers were still clinging to her shirt, his eyes empty. “Clara, please… I’m begging you…”

Her grip tightened on the marriage certificates so hard, she was close to crushing them.

She looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. “Let’s go. Your wheelchair’s still here. You can make it to the registry office. There’s been so much gossip about you in the Capital lately. You’ve always been the golden boy—did everything for Ferguson Corporation. I know you can’t stand people talking about you or looking down on you.”

Her voice was calm, almost detached. “You’ll still be the CEO of Ferguson Corporation. Those people running their mouths? They’re just clowns. They can’t touch you. The ones who were scared of you before will keep being scared.”

She glanced down at the two red booklets, her lips curling into a small, cold smile. “As for us—let’s just call it a mistake.”

He finally let go of her shirt and went quiet.

Clara’s chest ached, but she forced herself to hold it together. “I’ll get someone to bring your wheelchair.”

She turned to leave, head down, but then she heard his voice behind her. “Who cares.”

She stopped, caught off guard by those words.

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