CHAPTER 107 A SECRET OBSERVER

Now he saw the signs that were there in plain sights that he had missed. He recalled the sway of Claire’s hips the night under Pennsylvania's skies, how her body had felt like Bianca’s. Yet in the folly of lovev, he had told himself that life was giving him a better version of Bianca. Ethan stood in the shadows, watching, wanting, yet hating himself for it. Each night, he found himself drawn back to the club like a moth to the flame. And there, he would watch as Claire transformed into Bianca, his eyes following every sensuous sway of her hips, every smoldering glance from her eyes. The other dancers paled in comparison, mere phantoms in the spotlight that was reserved for Bianca, the queen of the stage. Ethan was mesmerized, spellbound, and at the same time, filled with disgust for his own weakness. The nightly ritual became an addiction, a compulsion that Ethan couldn't shake off. He began to frequent the club even on nights when Claire wasn't performing, soaking in the atmosphere