Chapter 183

Nathaniel Griffith held Clara Walton’s hand. The two of them saw Emma Sterling and Arthur Blackwood into the elevator together. They looked like they were having a good time chatting. From where Ethan Blackwood stood watching, he saw Clara look up at Nathaniel with that relaxed, gentle smile— the kind a doting wife might flash at her husband. That exact look… She used to look at him like that once. But it had been a long time since he last saw it. Even when Clara tried to coax him, her eyes had this detached, going-through-the-motions vibe. And now she could look at Nathaniel like that? The realization hit Ethan like a punch to the gut. He stood frozen. The elevator doors had already shut. “So Clara couldn’t even wait, huh?” Fiona Barrington said coolly. Then she added, sharper this time: “Not even divorced, and she’s already moved on.” As she spoke, she glanced at Ethan. “Ethan, do you really believe she still loves you? If she did, would she be doing this?” Fiona was clearly stirring