218 Could He Stoop So Low

Hera wanted to protest and lash out at Clara. But something in the latter's eyes made Hera unable to speak. The anger filled in them didn't trouble Hera as much as the hurt in them did. Clara seemed broken, but she was too prideful to let Hera pity her. Hera's lips parted, but before she could utter a syllable, Clara beat her to it. 

"And here comes the best part of the surprise," Clara said, faking a cheerful tone, a grin stretching on her lips. "A few minutes later, Ace Hunter joined the party, and Eric was too pleased to let his best friend have his way with my already broken self," Clara declared and clapped her hands before she laughed crazily. 

Hera's toes curled inside her uniform shoes, her hands closed into tight fists, nails digging into her palms painfully. She felt the tightness in her throat, the discomfort not letting her inhale the air into her lungs. She squeezed her eyelids shut, and the tears spilt out instantly.