Chapter Fifty-Eight

The car came to a gentle stop in front of a pristine white house, its grandness shining under the midday sun.

Inside the car, Clarissa sat behind the steering wheel, her ear pods securely in place as she spoke to her sister, Sophia, through a hands-free call.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Clary?" Sophia's voice rang concerned and uncertain through the other side of the line.

Clarissa's hold tightened on the steering wheel as she stared at the imposing house before her.

After days of thinking, she found herself standing at the crossroads of her decision. The weight of apprehension bore down upon her, heightening her emotions.

"I have to do this, Sophia," she responded firmly, her voice tinged with determination and a touch of nervous anticipation. "I need to."

"Reynold may be tired of fighting for our marriage, but I refuse to give up," she continued her words carrying a mix of frustration and determination.

"I can't simply sit idly by and allow some bitchy childhood friend to com