Chapter 17

"I'll… stay in the Newman family… even if I die!" choked out Clara. The grip suffocated her, but she refused to give in. Ezra stared at her flushed face and didn't loosen his hold. It wasn't until she stopped struggling, her body going limp, that he abruptly released her and threw her to the floor. Clara coughed and heaved violently as she lay on the floor. "If I weren't too busy cleaning up this mess you've made, you'd already be dead! But don't celebrate too soon—this marriage is over!" With that, he went upstairs without sparing her a single glance. He then roughly pulled out his suitcase, shoved a few clothes in, and booked the earliest flight to Jeston. At Jeston, Ezra stood in the corner of an energy summit gala. The red wine in his glass was untouched. He didn't cross half the globe for the sake of empty business pleasantries. Instead, he was here for one person. Finally, the spotlight shone brightly and focused on the stage. Emily, dressed in a silver evening gown, stoo