claira’s heart pounded like a drum inside her chest.
she could feel both men watching her. waiting. hoping. pressuring.
raymond stood tall, his hand extended toward her like a lifeline.
lucas, cold and unreadable, held her suitcase in his hand like it was already decided.
but nothing about this moment felt simple.
claira’s body trembled as she took a small step back from both of them.
“i…” her voice cracked. “i don’t know.”
lucas’s jaw clenched. “you don’t know?”
raymond didn’t speak. his calm eyes met hers, patient and steady, just waiting for her to breathe.
“i just… i need a minute,” she whispered, blinking back tears.
but neither of them moved.
her chest tightened. what had her life turned into? a tug-of-war between two men....one who had her name on paper, and one who made
