Chapter 208

• Third person pov
• Dinner at the Shaw–Carrington holiday table was supposed to feel festive. It should have been warm, maybe even sentimental, with the rich smell of roasted turkey and ginger-spiced rice drifting through the air. Instead, the atmosphere was… brittle.
• Claire sat between Nathan and Mr. Charles Shaw, trying to keep her posture upright while her gaze darted between her husband and the woman across from him. Olivia Carrington had been smiling politely when they first sat down, but the smile had quickly wilted the moment Nathan opened his mouth.