Chapter 43

• Clara's POV
• I didn't go back to the ballroom. I proceeded to the ladies' room to touch up my makeup. Edward's kiss was rough, and I didn't want Oliver to see what had transpired. I stood before the mirror when I heard the panicked clip of high heels. The door was pushed open, and a waft of cloying perfume entered.
• I did not even need to look in order to recognize who it was. My lips curved into a cold smile. Imogen is so envious of Edward! But what difference did it make? A dog can't be changed once its nature has been formed. Edward cheated on me when I was his wife, and he could just as easily cheat on Imogen. No wonder she was keeping such close watch on him.