Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)

If it were Clara, she would also feel possessive over someone she truly loved.

However, she would never go as far as hurting others just to win a man, unlike Ivy. Still, Clara understood something very clearly-love couldn't be shared.

She loved Wren and wanted to be the only one in his heart. That was why she could somewhat understand why Ivy couldn't tolerate her presence.

No matter what Ivy was trying to gain from Wren, there was at least a bit of genuine affection mixed in with her act.

Even if Wren claimed it had all been an act during his time with Ivy, Clara knew it was hard to draw a clear line. People often developed real feelings while pretending, and she couldn't be sure he hadn't felt anything at all.

Clara said those things because she wanted Wren to think clearly and stop doing things he might regret.

"Is this your excuse for rejecting me?" Wren asked, letting out a bitter laugh. "Clara, I know you can tell what Ivy and Shirley were really up to when they moved into the Zachman family home.

"Did Ivy get close to me because she truly cared, or was it because of my status, hoping to use me to marry into the Zachman family? I used her, but didn't she use me, too?"

If Ivy hadn't been so greedy, she wouldn't have ended up tangled in all this.

It wasn't like he treated her unfairly. Even if it was just a game, he still gave her plenty in return. What he had offered Ivy should have been more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life, but even that hadn't been enough for her.

Ivy saw right through his true feelings, which was why she kept framing Clara and constantly pushing his boundaries. What he didn't expect was that Clara would still speak up for Ivy.

Clara wasn't defending Ivy. Even if she didn't hate Ivy, she still couldn't stand her.

She just didn't want to make things more complicated. Everything she said was just an excuse to get Wren to let go.

"You knew, but haven't you been enabling her all along?" Clara said, looking at Wren with a hint of sarcasm. Wren, you surely haven't forgotten that day in the private room, when you let her humiliate me in front of everyone. Don't you remember what you said to me?"

Wren's face suddenly turned pale.

He opened his mouth to stop her from going on, but no words came out.noveldrama

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Clara looked at him with contempt as she listed everything he had done. "You threw away the ring designed myself, and you looked at me like I was nothing. You told me you were my brother. With that hanging over me, how could I dare I to have feelings for you?

"Honestly, from that day on, I started forcing myself to let go of you. I kept trying to

stop loving you, but you still wouldn't leave me alone."

"That's not what happened, Clara. The ring—" Wren tried to explain.

Before he could finish, Clara angrily interrupted, "Is that so? What happened? Don't you remember who was blamed that day? Ivy burned me on purpose, and yet you forced me to apologize to her.

"You also let her throw away my mother's keepsakes. You knew how important those paintings were to me, but you let her destroy them just to make her happy."

She paused, then pulled up her

sleeve to reveal the grotesque scar on her wrist to tto Wren. "Take a look at my hand. I know you weren't obligated to save me, but Wren, I'm

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day was just an accident?"

Wren froze. He looked up in disbelief, his voice trembling as he asked, "Are you

saying that it wasn't an accident?"