Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 245

But tragedy had struck before that time ever came.

Thinking back on it carefully now, the disappearance of Sarah and her parents might have been premeditated by someone all along!

Dominic tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a layer of frost slowly settling over his features.

...

Unaware she was being followed, Clara arrived at The Neon Nocturne and walked inside with a heavy heart.

Even though it was still broad daylight outside, the bar was already bathed in neon lights and overflowing with alcohol. People of all kinds were chatting or tearing up the dance floor... Some, already buzzed, had simply stripped off their shirts and started making out with the person next to them. It was incredibly bold!

It was a scene straight out of a wild bacchanal.

Clara was quite shocked. This was her first time here; she had never set foot in a place like this before.

Because Julian didn't like it.

Deep down, he had a bit of male chauvinism in him. He liked women who were docile.

So, for the past three years, she had always played the part of his ideal type, right down to keeping her hair in the long, straight style he preferred!

Clara let out a bitter laugh, found a booth to sit in, and ordered a Bloody Mary.

Now that she no longer loved him, she was going to tear off every single restriction he had ever placed on her!

The bartender quickly brought her drink. Noticing her gentle features, which starkly contrasted with the surrounding crowd, he couldn't help but shoot a few extra admiring glances her way...

Clara pushed her long hair back and took a sip from her glass. The liquor was strong. The moment it went down, it felt as though someone had lit a match in her throat and stomach.

This inevitably brought back a hazy memory of the first time Julian had taken her out to a business dinner where she had to drink.

That had been her first time drinking high-proof liquor. After just two sips, her stomach and throat had vehemently protested, leaving her feeling awful.

Back then, Julian had been genuinely tender. Seeing that she was too uncomfortable to drink anymore, he had blocked the toasts for her, escorted her home afterward, and bought her hangover medicine.

And so, she had slowly drowned in the tenderness he offered, unable to free herself.

But gradually, he had changed...

Perhaps that old saying was true—

There was no such thing as a loyal man in this world. Once they got their hands on you, they stopped cherishing you!

Clara frowned in discomfort.

She pressed a hand to her stomach before taking a second sip. Setting the glass down, she muttered in a slightly tipsy, trembling voice, "Jerk..."

"Heartbroken, are we?"

A deep male voice suddenly rang in her ear.

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