Vanessa's words were like a reassurance, a precise piercing of Liam's ego. He recalled Clara's submissiveness over the past five years—how she would fidget when he came home late, how she would treasure the cheap bracelet he gave her, how she would make porridge and stay up all night when he was sick. Yes, how could a woman who "couldn't live without him" truly leave? Her current determination was just a disguise for her anger.
He let go of her hand, his tone becoming arrogant again: "Clara, I'm giving you a way out, don't be ungrateful. When you figure it out, come home. I can pretend nothing happened."
Clara looked at the arrogance in his eyes and found it ridiculous. She said nothing more, just brushed her wrinkled sleeves lightly, turned and walked out of the box, her back straight, without a trace of nostalgia.