Gloria's POV
I couldn't fathom what these people were trying to pull. I had made it very clear to those useless women from the NGO that I was the only one fit to care for Eliam. He belonged with me! Yet, here they were, visibly shaken by Evander's imposing presence.
But what truly boiled my blood was that bitch… Claire. How dare she put on this act in front of me? Did she forget all the torment I put her through? The nights I left her crying and broken? This very place was where I had nearly crushed her spirit, killed her, and yet now she sat there like she owned the place, radiating with confidence, speaking with an air of authority, and holding her head high as if none of it had ever happened.
Was this the so-called power of love? The thought made me clench my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Whatever it was that gave her this newfound strength, it didn't matter. I wasn't about to let her win.
