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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO_ CLAIRE’S POV

作者: Claire Ree
last update 公開日: 2026-03-08 23:41:38
The courthouse steps were already crowded when my car pulled up.

Cameras flashed before I even opened the door.

For a moment I sat still, my fingers curled tightly around the strap of my bag as I watched the reporters through the tinted glass. They all held microphones, phones and cameras, pointed toward the entrance like weapons waiting to fire.

I couldn’t bring myself to leave the car.

Five years ago, I had walked into rooms like this on Lucian’s arm.

Back then the cameras had a
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Katie Tutor
So author, Claire kept her composure which I feel is different from her usual response to being verbally attacked and Lucian noticed ! Claire is listening to her attorney Margot, yeah ! ! !
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Emiliana Yuson
author ur readers.might get bored with this loooong court battle.
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Betty waddey
Did the author forget what they wrote? He was the one kicking her out!
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    I woke sometime during the night. I wasn’t sure what had pulled me out of sleep at first. The room was dark, except for the faint light coming from the city outside the windows. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling. Then I became aware of something beside me. Warmth. Lucian. He was asleep on his back, one arm resting across the space between us. His breathing was slow and steady… peaceful. I turned my head toward him. There was something almost surreal about seeing him like this. After everything that had happened, I still occasionally woke up expecting to find him in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines. Instead, he was lying beside me, normal. And somehow, we had found our way back to this. I smiled faintly as I reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. He didn’t stir. “You’re impossible,” I whispered. He didn’t react— he obviously didn’t hear me. I smiled again and shut my eyes— there was no point in stay

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