Page 14 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

CHAPTER4

Clara

I tosseda box out into the living room. Itthunkedagainst the hardwood loudly, echoing in the two-bedroom space.

I sighed. “We chose that specific hardwood together.”

“Don't get caught up in memories right now, Sissy.”

I glanced at Laura who was tossing books from the shelf into a bin.

“Why not? It's the perfect time to reflect,” I retorted. “At least Gabe isn't here to compound on all of it.”

“You always did deserve better.”

“I know. That's why I'm leaving.”

She shook her head. “But sometimes, I think your expectations are just too high, Clara.”

“How are they too high? Gabe and I were together for the longest time. Marriage was sure to follow. That's just how relationships work.”

“I mean, you're the older one. You would know better than me, right?”

My gaze softened. “Hey, I didn't mean any offense.”

“None taken,” she replied with a grin. “You're allowed to be angry and feel things. I completely empathize with that.”

“I really appreciate your help. I can't believe I have to move all this crap before Jen's wedding. It's so much all at once.”

“One thing at a time, Sissy.”

I hummed. “You're right. Did you get the clothes from the closet?”

“Not yet.”

“I'll start on those.”

“Do you have bags for them?”

I went into the kitchen and procured a few trash bags. “These should make transportation easier.”

“That works. Let me know what else you need.”

I dove into the bedroom, trying hard not to look at all the portraits sitting on the dresser. I wandered past them in favor of the closet. I ignored all of Gabe's fancy suits and dress clothes while searching for mine. I focused on the sequins, the bright colors, the blouses, and the dresses. Everything that appeared feminine was easy to catch.

But when I went for the slacks, I accidentally grabbed his.

Tears clouded my vision as I inhaled his familiar scent. “He must have worn these recently.”

“Don't get caught up, Clara.”

“They smell like his cologne.”

“So, toss them in the laundry basket. He'll wash them eventually.”

I shook my head, tossing the dark slacks away from me as if casting a cursed object from my body. “I bet he won't remember to do laundry.”

“You don't need to worry about that anymore. Now, you get to worry aboutmylaundry.”

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