Andrew looked between Claire and me.
Between ambition and truth.
Between the life he wanted to display… and the woman who gave him life in the first place.
Then Claire made her final mistake.
She looked directly at me and said:
“If she had any dignity, she would’ve declined the invitation.”
Andrew froze.
And in that instant, something finally broke inside him.
Not his love for Claire.
His illusion about her.
He slowly removed his wedding ring.
Claire’s expression changed immediately.
“Andrew?”
His voice cracked when he answered.
“You were right about one thing.”
She exhaled shakily.
“Thank God.”
But then he looked at me.
Not her.
“I did need everything to look a certain way.” Tears filled his eyes. “And I almost became someone my father would’ve hated.”
Claire went pale.
“Andrew, don’t do this.”
