The next day, before the sun could shine on her room, Claire found herself standing in front of a door that did not belong to Vincent. In fact, the entire villa that stood calmly and gloriously in front of her did not belong to him or anyone closer to him.
Hesitation crawled up from the base of her spine to the tips of her fingers. And as she tried to lift her hand and press the doorbell, the same hesitation forced her to think twice.
After what happened last night—when that girl named Claudia showed up and did something that no one would have dared if Claire hadn’t lowered her guards—she couldn’t pull herself to face him. What was there to say anyway? He had moved on.
He moved on!
How could he? Didn’t he say that Claire was the only woman he wished to spend his life with? Didn’t he pr
