Chapter 175

• Claire's POV
• I had barely dropped to the couch, the sharp sting of everything Nathan said still lodged in my chest, when the doorbell rang again.
• I groaned softly, dragging a cushion to my chest, hugging it like it could ward off the ache inside. “Nathan, I already said—” I mumbled as I got to my feet and headed for the door. My voice rose, bitter and exhausted, “You can’t talk me out of the divorce, Nathan! I’ve made up my mind!”