Chapter 21 - THE UNCHOSEN PATH
Three months after the trial, Damon lived in a modest, sunlit apartment overlooking the quiet suburban streets.
He had traded his expensive navy blue suits for simple cotton shirts and worn jeans, finding peace in simplicity.
He was reviewing case files at his wooden kitchen table when a soft knock echoed at his front door.
He frowned, expecting a client or a courier, and pulled the door open to find Clara standing on the porch.
She wore a simple yellow sundress, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, looking strikingly radiant and at peace.
"May I come in?" she asked quietly, her eyes searching his face with a gentle, inquisitive warmth.
"Of course," Damon stepped aside, his heart hammering against his ribs like it did back at the altar.
She walked into the living room, running her fingers lightly over the back of the sofa before turning to face him.
May you like
"I came to return something," she said, reaching into her canvas tote bag and pulling out a folded piece of paper.
Damon froze, recognizing the heavy formal stationery immediately—it was the original accountant's letter.
