Claire's POV
I was feeling a lot lighter after saying everything aloud. I never hated Gloria since she was Evander's mother. But seeing her like this, I could tell that even Evander must have hated her.
I leaned forward slightly, my voice lowering to a sharp whisper. "Don't forget, Gloria— I am not the old Claire. And your son? He is wrapped around my finger."
Gloria's face twisted in anger as her composed mask slipped for a moment. "You—" She opened her mouth to talk, but I interrupted her.
"Enough!" My voice was steady, even though my hands trembled under the table. "This is your final chance for you to leave me alone. Push me further, and I promise you won't like what happens next."
She glared at me, her nostrils flaring as she wrestled to keep her composure. Then, without another word, she turned and stormed out of the café, her heels clicking furiously against the floor.
