"Why is it that he just can't remember a single detail from the past? If only he could remember, all problems would be easily solved!"
"Don't mention the past, the Clayton Howard of the past is dead! The man standing before you now is Lewis Harrison, and I," he paused, his gaze fixed firmly on the woman in front of him, his crimson eyes blazing with an intensity that was hard to discern as either rage or deep pain, "will never touch a dirty woman like you again."
Her words struck Camila Walker like a sharp, icy sword piercing her chest.
All her persistence, all her unwillingness to give up, in this moment, completely shattered.
Tears stopped, the ache in her heart stopped. Looking at the man before her, she realized how utterly unrecognizable he had become.
She was dirty...
Yes, she was indeed a tainted woman; she had been from the very beginning.
The dream had ended, and Clayton Howard could never return. Everything should be like awakening from a dream.
