Chapter 151

• Claire's POV
• The park bench felt like it was swallowing me whole. I sat there, staring blankly at the fading sunlight, but all I could see was her. Vanessa. That vile smirk plastered on her perfect, painted face, straddling Nathan like she owned him. My stomach twisted every time I replayed it. His hand on her waist, the way he’d said my name—like he’d been caught doing something he couldn’t explain.
• I wanted to scream. I wanted to shatter something. Instead, I just sat there, numb and shaking, until the dull throb of pain in my chest became too much to bear.