Clara's words were killing Wilson on the inside.

"Will you stop showing up when I date someone else? If that's the case, I'll find another man," Clara said.

Wilson was a bit unsteady on his feet. What did she just say? Did she really just say that? Would she…

"Do you hate me that much?" he said with difficulty, forcing the words through his throat.

"It's not that I hate you, but every time I see you around me, it reminds me of my nightmares. Wilson, do you know? You're already a nightmare