I stood still, letting her rant.
I had expected this. For years, every time I did something she didn’t like, she’d threaten to call the wedding off.
I had always backed down.
I told myself Claire loved me, told myself that whatever happened, it was our life together on the line.
Claire had always pleaded with me.
"Ethan, I know my mom can be unreasonable, but she just cares about me."
"Do it for me. Be patient with her, meet her demands. Please."
Because of that, I had run myself ragged. When Mrs. Dawson was hospitalized, I took care of everything. When Mr. Dawson got sick, I was there, personally looking after him—Claire never even showed up.
She told me she was on a business trip with Ryan. Looking back, I bet the two of them were off enjoying their little honeymoon.
"I’m not apologizing," I said flatly. "Honestly, I didn’t even want to go through with this wedding. And if you want a reason, why don’t you ask your daughter?"
I turned to Claire, met her panicked gaze, and said coldly,
"You don’t even love me. Why force yourself? If Ryan is the one you want, then go be with him. I’ll do you the favor of stepping aside."