Claire woke up with a pounding headache. Her eyes were swollen, her body heavy from crying throughout the night. The morning light streamed in through the curtains, golden and warm, but it did nothing to lift the heaviness in her heart. She pulled herself out of bed, and dragged her feet towards the bathroom. As she stood under the spray of warm water, Logan's words replayed in her mind. Gold digger. The insult clung to her skin like a brand. She never wanted this life. If her father hadn’t prioritized his business over her, she wouldn’t be trapped in a loveless marriage, constantly fighting for an ounce of respect.
She gritted her teeth, turning off the shower. Why was she always crying? She had to make a decision today. She could either choose to take the job and go against Logan or liv
