Claire's POV
"Let's leave," I said sharply, cutting off Susan mid-sentence as she shot me a venomous glare, her teeth clenched in frustration.
I could feel the tension between us like a rope about to snap. What is wrong with this man? And what is she even trying to prove? My thoughts raced as I gave Evander one last furious look. His cold, unreadable expression only fueled the storm building inside me.
Without another word, I grabbed Sissy's hand and turned on my heel, walking away with my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I could feel the heat rising to my face, a mix of rage and something far more dangerous—confusion.
As we walked, my mind swirled with anger and disbelief. How could Evander stand there, acting like he owned me, when he was the one who broke me in the first place? And Susan—what did she want? To humiliate me, to claim a victory she never earned?
