Chapter 162

• Third person POV
• Claire didn’t wait for the elevator to chime at her floor. She pushed the button over and over, her jaw clenched, trying not to explode from the heavy swirl of frustration and betrayal choking her. As soon as the doors slid open, she stormed inside, her reflection catching briefly in the polished metal. She looked drained. Broken.
• The ride up to the suite was a blur. All she could hear in her head were echoes—Margeaux pleading with her to be “rational,” Ivan staring like he didn’t get it, and Nathan’s voice—