Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 2

After wrapping up his words, he casually slung an arm around Quinn's waist and walked off without a second glance.

Clara stared at the phone number on her screen. The guy who'd just left claimed to be her fiancé, but he hadn't shown her a shred of concern. His entire focus was on sticking up for Quinn.

It felt like someone had wrapped a steel band around her heart, squeezing the color from her face with a sharp, involuntary ache.

Quinn seemed perfectly okay, while Clara almost died in that accident. Clara wondered how a guy like that could possibly be her fiancé.

She'd been MIA for three days, and received not a single call from her family. All she had was a hazy memory of someone she thought might be her boyfriend.

Without second-guessing, she tapped out the number. The call was quickly picked up.

"Miss Clara?"

"Hi, is this Dylan? I think I might have lost my memory in an accident, and I..."

"Mr. Dylan just got back to the Capital and is still in rehab. Miss Clara, you called him with the same story last time. You claimed to be in a car accident and asked him to come pick you up. He really did have an accident on the way to meet you. If you have any decency, please don't contact Mr. Dylan again."

"But I..."

The call ended with a series of beeps before she could finish.

Clara let out a sigh, sinking back into her chair. Her mind was a chaotic mix of pain and a nagging fear about what lay ahead.

She glanced at her phone, relieved that her Apple Pay still worked. She handed her phone to the nurse who had just come in, asking, "Can you see if this card on my Apple Pay can cover the bill?"

She peeked at her recent transactions. Just last week, she'd dropped two hundred grand on a pair of men's cufflinks. Surely, she wasn't strapped for cash.

The nurse's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Insufficient funds. Miss Clara, your ambulance and hospital fees total twenty thousand."