“What isn’t true?That you fought for her?That you spent your nights with her?That you lied to me,treating me like a fool—that’s true enough!”
Finally,Adrian raised his eyes to her.There was no ripple of emotion in them,only a trace of pity.
“Vanessa…she looks fearless,but deep down she’s fragile.She has no sense of security.”
He turned away,his gaze stripped of all warmth,leaving only cold detachment.
“Clara,life with her feels alive.With her,I feel like I’m living again.She doesn’t demand a title,only stability.I give her security.Tell me—what’s so wrong about that?”
Clara staggered back as if all the strength had been drained from her body.She stared at him,trembling,her disbelief hollowing her out.
How could he…
How could he use such casual words to deliver such cruelty?
She had walked with him through years of hardship—yet she was defeated by one sentence from a girl who claimed she had“no sense of security.”
Clara clutched the doorframe,her entire body frozen with cold.
Outside the office tower,she dialed her lawyer.
“That divorce agreement…it can take effect now.”