Clara was clearly twisting the knife in my already shattered heart, all while putting on that soft, gentle act to make me look petty and small.
"It's fine. Thank you for your help." I forced a grateful smile, then strode straight toward the elevator.
I didn't care anymore whether Clara took my husband and daughter from me. If a man wouldn't stay, I was better off cutting him loose early.
As for Lila, her behavior tonight had broken something in me completely. Clara's comfort mattered to her. My well-being meant nothing at all.
I grabbed something to eat from the cafeteria downstairs and sat alone on a cold, hard chair for ages before Julian called my cell.
"Done eating? Come back up and sit with Lila. I've got to head back to the office and wrap up some work." His tone was as calm and
