Claire's POV
I looked at Susan with pity, my lips curving into a faint smile. How could anyone be so pathetic? So desperate for crumbs of affection from a man who barely saw her as anything more than an afterthought?
"Really?" I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Do you honestly think I left Evander because of you?"
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she quickly masked it with anger. Susan crossed her arms, her posture stiff as she shot back with a sneer, "Say whatever you want, Claire. In the end, you're far away from him, and I'm still standing tall by his side."
I tilted my head, watching her like one would observe a fly buzzing around. "Yes, you are," I replied calmly. "Standing by his side… as his employee. But here's the thing, sweetheart, employees have an expiry date." I leaned in just slightly, my eyes never leaving hers. "But I was his wife… and, according to him, I still am."
