Chapter 138

Right after Clara hung up, she just stood there, eyes fixated on the room ahead. Oh. She’d forgotten. Caught up in Ethan’s sweet-talking, she hadn’t realized it sooner. The guy could lie with a straight face like nobody’s business. Unless you saw it for yourself, you'd never guess a thing. Clara’s gaze fell back on Ethan through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The scene inside was almost laughably ironic. Ethan had his arm around Fiona again—comforting her, clearly. Fiona, nuzzled against his chest, looked so delicate—like some perfect scene ripped from a drama. Sweet, almost sickeningly so. But for Clara? That kind of “sweet” was poison. Deadly. If she were smart, she’d turn around and leave now. Quietly. Pretend nothing happened—because that’s how some people keep a marriage going. But Clara had never planned for this marriage to last. That was the difference. She'd had enough of Ethan’s lies and games. He chipped away at her trust every day, until finally—it snapped. And when it rebui