Daniel burst into the office to find the staff standing in a straight line. I was sitting at the head of the mahogany table, dressed in high-end couture, with divorce papers laid out in front of me.
Daniel fell to his knees. “Claire… honey… I was just joking! It was the stress of work, I swear. You know I love you.”
Elaine burst in behind him, her arrogance replaced by a pathetic whine: “Claire, my dear, I always told Daniel he’d never find anyone as wonderful as you…”
I looked at them with ice in my veins. I stood up and grabbed my bag. “Daniel, the car I bought you, the house you kicked me out of—they are now in a trust for my son. You and your family have ten minutes to clear out of this building before security handles it.”
As Daniel was escorted out with empty pockets, I looked at my reflection and placed a hand on my stomach. “Lesson number one, my son: never let them mistake your kindness for weakness.”
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