Chapter 117

Clara set down her phone, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She walked to the wardrobe, carefully selected a sexy nightgown, and spritzed on Aidan's favorite perfume. Staring into the mirror, she gave a cold little laugh. "Deep down, Aidan still puts me first," she told her reflection, basking in her own confidence. Remembering her earlier plan, Clara pressed her lips together. Since Aidan wasn't truly committed to her, she decided to win over his mother, Beatrice, who was eager for grandchildren. Clara figured that if she got pregnant, she could win Beatrice's support. ... Night fell, and Aidan arrived right on time. Clara greeted him in a sheer nightdress, a candlelit dinner already set on the table. "Aidan, you're here. I'm so happy," she purred, melting into his arms. The fragrance she wore clouded his thoughts, and his hands instinctively circled her waist. Knowing she had him hooked, Clara led him toward the table so the candlelight would highlight the barel