Chapter 145

All of it was eating her up inside, like a swarm of ants tearing Fiona Barrington apart bit by bit. She was one breath away from losing it completely. "You never loved Ethan Blackwood!" Fiona shouted at Clara Walton, voice sharp and shaking. "To you, he’s just a freaking tool." Her tone was firm, beyond the point of arguing. The way she stared at Clara—cold, clear, not even a hint of doubt. Clara didn’t reply. Whether she loved Ethan or not, only she knew. If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t have married him knowing full well he had another woman. If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t have swallowed her pride over and over for three years just to keep that marriage alive, just to make him smile. If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t have ended up beaten and broken, yet still unable to pull free. But feelings, no matter how strong, get worn down by reality. Get ground to dust under every single time he chose someone else over her. Now, her emotions were just a mess—shattered and complete