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I stand on my ground, not knowing what to do. A woman dressed in a white dress that fits her body well with a belt encircled her waist. She has a white coat hanging on her arm and a designer bag on her hand stands meters away from us. I was left unspoken and the silence in the room was slightly suffocating.
I keep deliberating whether I should break the cold ice in this awkward atmosphere that I am not familiar with. Her intense aura yet kind-looking face was enough reason for me to speak easily. Not until I saw the shock and fear on Clyde’s face that made me confused.
Who is she? Why is she here? Why is Clyde acting that way?
“I… didn’t expect you’d be home early,” Clyde says in demeanor.
The way he suddenly stands straight and the expression of his face tells me that this woman i
