Chapter 62

Clara

My heart was in shambles, and Damon wasn't making it any better with his clinginess. Despite my repeated attempts to push him away, he remained close, watching my every move.

I glared at him as he sat beside me while the doctor dressed my wounds for the third time that day. They still hadn't healed, and I was still bleeding.

"You need to eat and rest, Mrs. Donovan," the doctor said. I glared at him.

"Get your facts straight. I'm no longer Donovan, and I can't sleep with this man staring at me," I muttered. The doctor and Damon exchanged a look. The doctor sighed and left.

Of course, he left. Who in their right mind would tell Damon to leave?

Delilah entered the room. "You have to leave, Damon. She needs to rest," she said. I smiled; she and Luca were the only ones I trusted, the only ones who had truly supported me through this ordeal.

"I'm not leaving," Damon murmured, his gaze intense. I glared but remained silent as Delilah sat beside me. The doctor had warned me not to strain my vocal cords.

A shiver ran through me as I recalled the horror of that night. I was grateful Damon had arrived in time to prevent my murder, though if I'd answered his earlier call, none of this would have happened, and I would still be pregnant.

"So, you're just going to sit there and stare at her all day?" Delilah asked. Damon nodded, settling more comfortably in his chair.

"I have nothing else to do, and I enjoy staring at her. Do you have a problem with that?" he asked Delilah. I glared; I certainly did!

Too tired to fight, I said nothing. Delilah sighed. Nurses arrived with two trays of food. I noticed one of the maids ogling Damon, and the urge to wring her neck was almost overwhelming. But we weren't together anymore; she could look at him if she wanted.

Damon had a slight smirk, as if he knew what I was thinking (and he probably did). I hated him.

"You need to eat, Clara," Delilah murmured, taking a spoonful of the chicken soup, once my favorite. I had no appetite, and shook my head.

"Nothungry," I muttered. She sighed.

"But you need to eat to take your medicine. Here, just take a few bites," she said. I stubbornly shook my head.

"Eat, or I'll feed you. Do you want that instead?" Damon threatened. He knew I wouldn't let anyone but him get close to me.

I sighed in defeat, turning to Delilah and opening my mouth. She began to feed me, stopping only when I groaned in pain.

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Delilah said hurriedly, placing the tray down. "I'd like to rest now. You both need to leave," I murmured, staring at Damon. I didn't mind Delilah, but I couldn't stand Damon.

"Leave us, Delilah," he ordered. I stared at him, wide-eyed.

"You leave," I muttered. He wasn't looking at me, but at Delilah.

She glanced between us, sighing. "I'll be right outside, okay?" I shook my head, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away and left.

I was alone with Damon. "I don't want you here," I murmured as he stood.

"Too bad, I'm here, and I don't plan on leaving." He gently pushed me back onto the bed and covered me with a blanket.

"You shouldn't be acting like my husband when you aren't," I murmured. He scoffed.

"Like it or not, I am your husband, and I've already burned the divorce papers, so it's invalid," he said. I glared.

"I don't want to be married to you anymore. I don't like you," I said. He sighed.

"Too bad, you're stuck with me because you belong to me, and only me." He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head.

"You don't just get to act like everything is okay when it's not, Damon," I murmured, biting my lip to stop myself from crying.

"Clara…"

"Now that you know I can give birth, you suddenly want me back?" I asked.

"I want you regardless of whether you could give me a child or not," he said. I scoffed.

"You were ready to leave me. You sent divorce papers…"

"Because I was angry and hurt, Clara. Yes, it was messed up, but you lying to me hurt me, and I felt betrayed. I hate betrayal more than anything, but I never wanted to let you go. I tried convincing myself that was best, but a man can only lie to himself for so long. I know you hate me right now, and I understand that. After you get better, and the death of our unborn child settles, then I'll give you the space you need. I know you're trying to avoid thinking about it to avoid breaking down, but I'm not leaving your side. You and I, we need each other right now. I need you right now, and that's why I'm not leaving."