Claire's POV
Just as I had taken a step away from her, I was stopped by Diana yet once again. However, it seemed Diana wasn't done yet. She followed me, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as if announcing her strong presence to me. Before I could take another step, she stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
"So, you really don't think he wanted me?" She sneered, her arms crossing defiantly over her chest. "You are already divorced, Claire. So what does it matter if he did or didn't?"
I paused, my eyes narrowing as I met her gaze. "And?" I prompted as my tone was calm but edged with steel.
Diana's lips curled into a wicked smile. "And... about your mother..." She trailed with a mocking concern in her tone, as if she were about to drop some damning revelation, making my heart skip a beat.
