Irene strutted up to Claire, who reached for her phone, only to have Irene slap it violently to the ground.
"What are you trying to do? Call Steve? Let me make this clear: Steve is marrying me in Savaria!"
"Congratulations."
Claire's tone remained calm. Infuriated by her composure, Irene yanked her hair viciously. "Don't think that marriage certificate with Steve makes you special! Our marriage may be fake now, but I swear I'll become Mrs. Reed one day! As for you—enjoy being a cast-off wife!"
Weak from illness, Claire collapsed to the floor under Irene's forceful shove.
As she crawled toward her phone, Irene's high heel came crushing down on her hand.
"Want to tattle? Let's see who Steve believes! Right now, he'd forgive me anything!"
Claire's hand turned purple under the stiletto.
