Anything But Simple

A faint, bitter smile touched Clara's lips. His words hit her right where it hurt.

"Clara." Owen, the man beside her, called her name softly again.

She turned to him instinctively. "What is it?"

"If you can," Owen began, "try to find someone simple to marry next time. A man with a simple family, a simple background, a simple career..."

Clara swallowed hard. 'Too bad the men I fall for are anything