Mrs. Wells knew how much pain Clara had suffered. Although Wilson seemed pitiful, her daughter had endured much worse than him!

"Okay, Mom. You should go to bed early," Clara said, ending the conversation.

Clara watched her mom return to the room, and something cramped in her chest, so she crossed her arms against the chest. Finally, she lowered her gaze and let out a sigh.

Ever since coming back, all she could think about was what she had seen in Wilson's office—the scene where Queenie was leaning against Wilson. Her logical brain knew something was strange about what she had seen, but she could not push away the emotions she felt witnessing it.

Clara knew Queenie had no interaction with Wilson before, but what was with the pang in her chest? She had almost impulsively tried to run to them and pull them apart. What was wrong with her? She should not have cared!

Her marriage to Wilson was nothing more than a marriage of convenience. A divorce was agreed upon at the time of the m