Chapter 11 - A Bitter Confrontation Outside The Downtown Corporate Office
Weeks later, I waited outside Claire’s Atlanta attorney's office hoping for a miracle glimpse of my family.
The humid Georgia afternoon heat weighed heavily on my shoulders as I paced back and forth across the pavement.
A sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb, and the back door swung open smoothly.
Claire stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking stunning in a sharp white blazer and tailored trousers.
She looked healthier, stronger, and more radiant than she had during her entire postpartum recovery.
She carried Hope in a lightweight designer stroller, her expression calm, collected, and utterly untouchable.
I rushed forward past the security barrier, my hands outstretched in desperate supplication.
“Claire! Please, just talk to me for two minutes! I'm begging you!” I cried out.
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Claire stopped walking, turning her head slowly to look at me with eyes as cold as arctic ice.
“You wasted your two minutes three months ago on a hotel bed, Mark,” she said without a tremor.
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