"Claire, why did you withdraw the police report? Aren't you angry?"
Once the plane had leveled off, Uncle Quentin asked quietly from the seat beside me.
'Angry?'
The question lingered in my mind.
I asked myself the same thing.
Years of sincere devotion had turned out to be nothing more than a carefully constructed lie.
The man I had loved for so long had never truly loved me back.
The sacrifice I had once been proud of had become the greatest joke of my life.
Of course, I was angry.
Of course, I was unwilling to accept it.
But what could I do?
Back then, I had chosen to take that gamble myself.
I had known Robert didn't love me when he proposed.
I had known he was marrying me out of gratitude.
Yet I still believed that one day he might fall in love with me.
I had lost the
