Boarding His Private Jet and Being Called a Crush

Clara

The words hung in the cramped space of the car, cold and heavy. I felt like the worst person on the planet. Why did I assume his life was flawless? Just because he had a bank account with too many zeros, I had painted him as a man without a single scratch, living in some gilded bubble.

"I'm sorry, Alistair," I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my own shame. I couldn't bring