Forty-Three Messages Arrived Minutes After My Divorce—Then I Discovered Why My Ex-Wife Walked Away Without Tears While My New Lover Toasted Our Freedom
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Chapter 13
Claire stepped out of the office, leaving me standing alone in the quiet, dim room.
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at Michigan Avenue below.
I could see Tessa standing near the revolving doors, adjusting her jacket as she waited for her five o'clock meeting.
The woman I had chosen over my marriage was ready to tear down my remaining reputation for a contract.
My phone rang again—it was my mother.
I lifted the phone to my ear, but I couldn't bring myself to say a single word.
“Daniel?” my mother cried into the line. “The news says you’ve been fired! Is this true?”
“It’s true, Mom,” I choked out, staring at my reflection in the dark glass.
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“Claire owned it all.”
“She always owned it all.”
