Chapter 10 - The Aftermath
She turned away from him without waiting for an answer, her long cape swirling elegantly behind her as she walked toward the high table where the city's true power players were waiting to receive her.
Alex stood frozen in the golden light, his glass finally dropping from his numb fingers. It shattered against the marble floor, splashing champagne across his polished leather shoes. No one moved to help him. No servants stepped forward with a cloth.
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Clara pulled her hand away from his arm with violent disgust, turning her back on him and slipping away into the crowd without a single word. He was completely alone, surrounded by the warm, golden luxury of a room that no longer belonged to him, ruined by his own arrogant cruelty in less than fifteen seconds.
The music resumed, the string quartet playing a bright, triumphant waltz as the heiress took her place at the head of the room. The party went on, brilliant and decadent, stepping right over the broken remnants of Alex's life.
