At the end of her life, she realized she saw him as her entire world, while to him, she was merely a pet, summoned at his whim. On her deathbed, she wanted to live for herself, but the man rushed to her, cradling her frail body, tears streaming down his face.=====”Clara, once your trip wraps up, go straight to Druyta and see my mother. She’s the best liver cancer specialist I know. You can’t keep delaying this. If you stall any longer, you’re not going to make it through the year!”Alan Robertson, the same friend who always kept an eye on her in college, spoke with urgency on the phone.Clara Brooks stood beside the luggage carousel, fatigue in her posture. She pressed the phone closer, eyes distant and unfocused.”Alan, just drop it. I don’t want to start this whole thing.” Her voice came out quiet. “Work’s waiting for me here. I can’t just up and leave everything behind.”Alan’s patience broke. “What on earth is more important than your health? You have a month. If you’re not in Druyta by then, I’ll come get you myself. Don’t test me.”Clara said nothing. She watched the baggage carousel, bags going round and round. The truth was, her job was not the reason she stayed. It was the man who’d given her the job–the one who meant more to her than anything else. He was the anchor in her life. The person who’d pulled her out of despair. The man she loved in silence–her oldest friend, Declan Curtis. Alan’s voice was still there, rising in volume, but then another call flashed on her screen. “I hear you, Alan. I’ll take care of myself, alright? Someone else is calling–I need to go.” She ended the call before Alan could respond. Clara glanced at the phone, and her heart thudded. Declan’s name lit up the display. She took a breath and answered, voice steady. “Mr. Curtis?”But it wasn’t Declan who answered. “Hello, is this Clara Brooks?” asked a woman in a sweet tone. Clara’s brow furrowed. “Yes, who is this?””This is Lorraine Mitchell. I’m Declan’s girlfriend.”Declan’s girlfriend. Once, Clara used to imagine she’d be the one to hold that title. She froze for a moment, then pushed everything down and forced herself into a professional tone. “Hello. You’re calling from Mr. Curtis’ number. Is everything okay?”Lorraine practically sparkled as she spoke. “We’re at Central General Hospital. Paparazzi are everywhere at the front entrance,” she said, her voice upbeat despite the chaos. “Declan doesn’t want any photos of me floating around, so he wants you to come take care of it.”Clara knew exactly who Lorraine was. Lorraine was a household name, an actress who usually dodged cameras at all costs.Even so, there was an odd thrill in Lorraine’s tone, like she almost enjoyed the attention. Without missing a beat, Clara kept her reply brief. “Alright. I’ll be there soon.”She slid into the back of a cab, phone in hand. As the cab sped toward Central General Hospital, she set up an emergency video call with the PR team, rattling off instructions and pulling together a fast response plan. By the time the cab rolled to a stop at the hospital, the damage-control strategy was already in motion. Clara tried Declan’s number, hoping he’d answer this time. Lorraine picked up instead. “Where should I meet you?” Clara asked. “OB/GYN,” Lorraine said. Clara nearly stumbled right there on the hospital steps. “Wait, OB/GYN?” she repeated, her disbelief clear. The next voice was sharp and distant. Declan had taken the phone. “You’re late, Miss Brooks. Did you want the whole city to see these photos before you showed up?”His words stung like a s**p. OB/GYN. That could only mean one thing. Lorraine was having Declan’s baby. Clara stood frozen, gripping the cold railing beside the hospital gate. The ache in her ch**t made it hard to breathe, and for a moment, her vision swam. Everything she’d held together for so long, her composure, her careful distance, her hope that maybe she still belonged in Declan’s world, crumbled all at once. He was moving forward. A family, a child, a picture-perfect future. Meanwhile, she was still clinging to the past, standing just outside, looking in. Declan called her name, impatience in his tone. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and disappear, to pretend none of this was happening. But Declan had asked for her help. And when it came to him, Clara had never been able to walk away.Chapter 2 He Had ForgottenSeveral deep breaths steadied Clara before she moved through the hospital lobby and stepped into the elevator bound for OB/GYN. No sooner had she entered the room than Lorraine swept over, all cheerful energy.”You came all this way just for me, Clara. Honestly, I’m sorry for dragging you here. It’s just menstrual cramps–nothing major. I probably overreacted. Declan insisted on bringing me in, and the paparazzi must have caught wind of it. If we hadn’t come to the hospital, there wouldn’t be such a scene outside.”Nothing about Lorraine’s tone hinted at any real distress. If anything, she seemed amused by the chaos swirling around her. Meanwhile, Declan was the picture of impatience, his posture rigid, eyes cold. “Don’t bother thanking her,” he said flatly, shooting Clara a cold glance. “She’s paid more than enough for this. Handling situations like this is exactly what she’s supposed to do.”Clara pushed aside the ache his words left, forcing a small, polite smile. “This falls under my job description, Miss Mitchell. No need to thank me.”Lorraine squeezed Clara’s hand, laughter bubbling up. “Come on, you don’t have to be so stiff. Just call me Lorraine. Declan always says you’re like a little sister to him. That means we are family.”The word family seemed to echo in Clara’s head. Did that mean they’d already decided to get married, even if there wasn’t a baby yet? Declan glanced back at her, frown deepening. “What are you waiting for? The press is outside. Lorraine needs to rest, so don’t waste her time.”Lorraine made a show of being gentle. “There’s no rush, Declan. I’m fine. Don’t be so hard on her.”Declan sneered, “You call this crisis management? If you can’t handle something this simple, Clara, maybe you’re in the wrong line of work.”Each word felt like a fresh cut, but Clara kept her tone steady. “Understood, Mr. Curtis. I’ll see to it right away.”Not another word passed her lips as she turned and walked out, her steps quiet but purposeful. Once, Declan would never have spoken to her that way. There was a time when his scolding came wrapped in concern. Back when she stayed up all night obsessed with her favorite pop stars, Declan would act like the responsible older brother–reminding her to sleep, booking her flights to concerts overseas, and even sneaking her backstage for autographs and photos with her idols. Fashion always came first for Clara. Even in the coldest months, she would show up to dance practice without so much as a scarf.Declan never hesitated to call her out, warning her she’d catch pneumonia if she kept it up, threatening to drag her straight to the clinic. But then, he’d turn around and have a studio built in the house and bring in a whole team so she could keep dancing, warm and comfortable. Back when she was sixteen and took up rock climbing, she came home more bruised than whole, fresh scrapes lining her arms after every session. Declan would haul her to the doctor, lecturing her with that stormy look on his face, and then quietly have the climbing gym upgraded with all the best safety gear, making sure she could train without risking her neck. Every act, every carefully hidden kindness, revealed just how deeply he’d cared. Those days were gone. Lorraine now basked in the attention and care that Clara used to know so well. The girl who once teased Declan and made him laugh had faded into memory. What was left was only Clara Brooks the assistant, the one who managed crises and handled PR. Without this job, there would be no more reasons to stand by Declan’s side. The fear of losing even that tiny space in his world gripped her so tightly that her heart hammered in her ch**t. Nothing and no one could be allowed to threaten her position–not now. Clara glanced down at the PR report glowing on her phone, her resolve hardening. She quickly summoned her team. “Stick to the strategy we talked about. I want a team to escort Mr. Curtis out the back exit. I’ll stay with Miss Mitchell and handle things myself.”Pausing for only a beat, she added, “Track down every media outlet those photographers work for. I want them blacklisted from all future Curtis Group events. No exceptions.”Her directness jolted her subordinate, who nodded, wide-eyed, and hurried to carry out her instructions. With everything set in motion, Clara returned upstairs. Inside the hospital room, she delivered a crisp update on the new arrangements. Declan gave a short nod and turned to murmur something gentle to Lorraine before slipping out the door. Clara’s gaze lingered on his retreating back, then she turned to Lorraine. “Stay put for now. I’ll be back for you in a moment.”She rushed down the hallway, moving quickly to keep pace with Declan’s long steps. Struggling to catch her breath, she called out, “Declan–Mr. Curtis!”He stopped, glancing over his shoulder, irritation already creeping across his features. “What do you need?”Taking a steadying breath, she looked down. “Would you have any free time tomorrow? I was hoping you might spend some of it with me.”He seemed confused. “Spend time with you? Why? What’s going on tomorrow that matters so much?”The shock of his words left Clara frozen. He had forgotten. He didn’t remember her birthday was tomorrow, and it was also the day her parents had died. Chapter 3 Her Dream Had Shattered For GoodWhen Clara was just ten, her parents died in a terrible car accident.It happened while they were managing a project that would decide the future of their entire company, and it fell on her birthday. After that, the Curtis family took her in. Every year on this painful day, Declan made sure she was never alone. He would drop everything, canceling every meeting and commitment. He always came home early, ready to lift her spirits and shield her from any sadness. This year was different. He did not remember. A lump formed in Clara’s throat. She was about to say something, but the sound of hurried footsteps cut her off. Lorraine walked up just then, slipping her arm through Declan’s and greeting him with a gentle, knowing smile.”You’re being far too serious. It must be because Clara misses you, since you’re always working. She just wants some time together. There’s no reason to turn it into an issue.”The moment Lorraine leaned against him, Declan’s cool expression faded. His words came out much softer. “What brings you out here?”Pouting, Lorraine whispered, “I only wanted to remind you that tomorrow marks our first anniversary.” She giggled and continued, “But it really isn’t that important. As long as you love me, I don’t need any celebration. You should keep Clara company instead.”Declan barely spared Clara a glance. “She doesn’t have anything important going on,” he said, brushing her off.When he turned to Lorraine, his tone became warm again. “Pick anywhere you want to celebrate tomorrow. I’ll make all the arrangements. My assistant will keep my schedule clear.”Lorraine acted surprised. “Really? But I don’t think that’s…””Nothing matters more than your happiness.” Turning to Clara with a look that said he had only now noticed her, Declan spoke briskly. “Cancel all my meetings for tomorrow. Reserve a private box at Harmony Concert Hall, the rooftop restaurant at Gemini Hotel, and book the presidential suite at Luxury Hotel for the night.”Clara did not move. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead. The pain inside her ch**t was overwhelming, as if she had been struck by countless bl**es all at once. She gave a stiff nod, her voice barely more than a raspy whisper when she said, “Understood.”Declan’s words about the paparazzi barely made it through her daze. He announced that he would be taking Lorraine home himself. Her job here was finished. The two of them left the second floor of the hospital together, side by side, arms wrapped around each other. Alone in the corridor, Clara did not move. Strangers hurried past, and the sharp smell of disinfectant clung to the air, sinking into her skin like a cold shroud. A chilly numbness took hold of her, as if she had been dropped into freezing water with nothing to hold onto. It did not matter how much she struggled. There was no hand reaching for her. No comfort. No hope. Nothing would bring Declan back to her side, not like before. He would never again risk everything just to pull her from beneath the ice, as he had done before. He had let her go for good. Whether she lived or not meant nothing to him. He would not come to her rescue again. The pain kept growing, heavy and relentless, as if it would bury her where she stood. Right then, Clara realized her heart had already died. Maybe she had been dead to him for a long time, ever since her birthday party two years ago. On that night, the whole city seemed to shine for her. There was a grand party atop the Gemini Hotel. The fireworks went on for hours, lighting up the sky, and the sweet smell of sunflowers, her favorite, filled every street and corner, making her believe that anything was possible. Hope fluttered in her ch**t as she drained her w**e, heart racing. Pushed by longing, she flung herself into his arms and ki**ed him.A heartbeat later, Declan struck her, hard enough that she fell to the floor. Everything spun as she lay there, and the truth hit her–her dream had shattered for good. The years that came after, she tried to pretend nothing had happened. She stayed close to him, thinking that even the smallest moments were enough. She never saw the truth until now. The dream she kept chasing had already been lost, far beyond repair. Chapter 4 She Refuses To Listen To MeClara walked into her place of residence, lost in thought, and noticed a black sedan parked in the garden that she recognized right away. Sonya Curtis, Declan’s mother, owned that car. She stopped at the door for a second, pressed her hands to her tired face, gathered herself, and tried to put on a cheerful expression as she stepped inside. There, Sonya sat comfortably in the living room, flipping through a photo album. When Clara entered, Sonya gave her an eager wave, inviting her closer. Clara felt a wave of confusion. Sonya had never been warm toward her. The change in demeanor seemed out of character. Curiosity mixed with caution as Clara approached. Seeing the album in Sonya’s lap, she quickly understood what this visit was about. Sonya’s tone carried a practiced grace as she gestured for Clara to sit down.”Clara, have you considered going on a date lately?” she asked. The album slid across the coffee table, with pages filled with photos and introductions of various men. “Take a look at these. I’ve found some excellent matches. If any catches your eye, I’ll make the arrangements.”Sitting stiffly beside her, Clara managed a strained smile. “That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Curtis. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Right now, though, work keeps me too busy for anything else. I wouldn’t want to lose focus.”Before she could say more, the sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance. Turning her head, Clara was caught off guard to see Declan. He almost never returned to this house at this hour after her awkward love confession two years ago. On the rare occasions he stopped by, it was always late enough that she would already be asleep. He seemed determined to avoid crossing paths with her in private. It was as if she was nothing but bad luck, someone to be avoided. That flicker of hope in Clara’s eyes faded just as quickly as it came. She gave Declan a gentle greeting, then looked away and kept quiet. Sonya’s mood instantly lifted when she saw her son. She called him over with the same bright wave. Grinning, she said, “Clara tells me she’s too busy at work to even think about dating. Declan, are you working her too hard? Has she got so much on her plate that she can’t find time for dating?”Declan offered Clara a blank look before addressing his mother. “Mom, how could I possibly do that? I know dating matters more, so I would never pile too much work on her.”Hearing that, Sonya slid the album in front of him. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Go ahead and help her pick. Men are always better at judging other men.”Declan flipped through the pages, his brow creasing in mild annoyance. Clicking his tongue, he said, “Dating is one thing, but marriage is way too soon for her.”Sonya’s expression turned sour as she said, “Clara is already twenty-four. She’s at the right age to get married. Declan, are you just unwilling to see her, someone who’s always been close to you, marry another man so quickly?”The idea of Clara marrying and leaving his side flashed through Declan’s mind, and a strange irritation washed over him. His brow knitted even tighter. He set his jaw, fighting back a wave of impatience, and tapped a random photo in the album. His voice came out clipped. “This one will do. He comes from a respectable family and seems reliable.”Clara lifted her head in disbelief, her eyes burning. She could not believe he wanted to send her off to another man so easily. Sonya’s mood brightened at once. “Perfect, I’ll set up a meeting for Clara tomorrow.”Snapping back to her senses, Clara quickly retorted, “Mrs. Curtis, I already have plans tomorrow. I really can’t make it.”Declan frowned, making it clear he would not take no for an answer. “What plans could you possibly have? I’ll give you the day off. Make sure you show up for the meeting tomorrow.”Clara stared down at her lap, unable to hide the bitterness building inside her. Sonya let out a sigh, sounding both annoyed and disappointed. “Declan, just look at what you’ve done. You’ve spoiled Clara so much that she refuses to listen to me. Young people ought to respect the advice of their elders, especially in the Curtis family, but you’ve made her stubborn.”Hearing that, Clara immediately looked up, hoping to speak for herself, but she met Declan’s cold stare. Her heart gave a painful jolt as sorrow threatened to spill over. Chapter 5 Just GoSonya had never truly liked her, and Clara had known it for as long as she could remember. When she was younger, Declan had always shielded her, so Sonya never dared to show her disapproval outright. That protection had vanished now, and Sonya no longer held back, knowing Declan would not step in anymore. In fact, Clara felt as though he wanted her to marry as soon as possible, just to be rid of her presence. A sharp ache twisted inside as Clara pressed her lips together. After a moment, she forced herself to nod and said quietly, “Alright, I’ll go tomorrow. Please let me know the time and place once you’ve arranged everything, Mrs. Curtis.”Sonya’s face finally broke into a satisfied smile.It always bothered Sonya to see Clara lingering around her son. In her mind, a girl with no family and a troubled past could never deserve someone as important as Declan. Clara kept her voice steady as she excused herself. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go up to rest.” She left those words behind, making a quick escape without glancing back at either Sonya or Declan. Staying any longer might have brought her to tears right there in front of Declan. His coldness weighed on her, making it hard to breathe. The following morning, Clara picked up the cake she had ordered ahead of time and got in a taxi headed for Serenity Cemetery. The doctor

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