The next morning, Claraara arrived early.
She picked up the juice bottle and raised it to her lips, but something stopped her.
A smell—faint, sharp, and wrong.
Her heart raced.
She remembered the last time.
Claraara set the bottle down and called security quietly.
When Maria was caught nearby, the truth exploded.
Police were called.
Maria screamed and denied everything, but the evidence was clear.
She was arrested.
As she was taken away, she looked straight at Claraara and shouted, “You stole my life!”
Claraara trembled, but she stood tall.
Back at the mansion, Austin had a good day.
He remembered Claraara’s name. He remembered Martins’. He even laughed.
“I’m still here,” he said proudly.
Claraara hugged him tightly, tears of relief running down her face.
That evening, Martins invited Claraara to the garden.
Soft lights glowed among the trees. The air smelled of flowers.
Martins stopped walking.
He turned to her.
“Claraara,” he said, his voice unsteady, “my father says you saved his life. I say you saved mine too.”
Claraara’s heart pounded.
Martins slowly knelt down.
Claraara gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.
He pulled out a small velvet box.
“I don’t know what tomorrow holds,” he said. “But I know who I want beside me always.”
He opened the box.
Inside was a ring that sparkled softly under the lights.
“Will you marry me?” Martins asked.
Tears streamed down Claraara’s face.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I will.”
Applause broke out behind them.
Austin stood at the balcony, clapping slowly, tears in his eyes.
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