Chapter 113

She turned to open the door and leave, not even caring where they were. But just as Clara turned, Ethan’s hand clamped firmly around her wrist with pinpoint precision. With a sharp tug, she was yanked right up to him. “For Nathaniel Griffith, you actually dared to hit me?” Ethan spat coldly. Clara just stared back at him, proud and silent. His face only got darker. “So tell me, Clara, whose kid is it, huh? We’re still married, and you’re cheating on me behind my back?” His voice was low and tense, each word practically a stab. He’d already made up his mind—he didn’t even need proof. Clara looked at him like he was beyond reason. “Think whatever the hell you want,” she shot back flatly. Then she started to struggle. To Ethan, though, her resistance was just more proof, as if she was doing it all for Nathaniel. That thought alone made him completely lose any rationality. His eyes darkened, and then—he kissed her hard. Clara didn’t hesitate to push him away, her fists slamming against his