Chapter 17 Love That Hurt
- Clarissa POV
- He murmured, "I still recall the moment two years ago when I first encountered her in that dress; she was truly stunning and radiant," as he stared off into the distance.
- It then dawned on me that this was precisely what the designer had meant; he aimed to recreate my former self, to embody the woman I once was. To him, I was merely a substitute, a woman he could look at and see his wife.