Chapter 2 - Witnessing the exact moment arrogant elites realize their huge mansion and secret empire legally belong to the homeless wife they just locked completely out forever.
Clara stood motionless on the snow-covered stone steps, the bitter winter wind howling around her shivering frame.
Her bare feet pressed directly against the freezing ice, yet her gaze remained locked on the warm, brightly lit doorway of the mansion.
Richard stared through the glass sidelight, his charcoal grey suit jacket pristine while his dark red tie caught the interior chandelier glow.
Beside him, his mother Margaret stood draped in emerald green satin and a dark brown faux-fur wrap, her pearl necklace gleaming with cruel satisfaction.
"You're making a catastrophic mistake you will regret for the rest of your pathetic life, Richard," Clara whispered into the freezing air.
Richard scoffed softly, pressing his palm against the heavy oak door as if pushing away an annoying insect.
"The only mistake was marrying a penniless nobody who thought she could share a name with real wealth," Richard sneered through the glass.
Inside Clara's arms, the baby shifted quietly inside the sky-blue knitted blanket, letting out a soft, vulnerable sigh against her chest.
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Clara tightened her grip around her infant son, feeling an instantaneous surge of protective fury replace any lingering trace of grief.
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