Claire’s POVThe fluorescent lights of Willowcreek’s only decent grocery store hum faintly overhead as I push my cart down the aisle, mentally checking off items from the list in my head. Bread, fruit, milk. It’s been a long day at Whitfield Incorporated, reviewing contracts that feel endless, but I’m proud of how I handled myself. I belong there, no matter how many people might whisper otherwise. I’m reaching for a jar of honey when I hear the sound I least want to heels clicking in a sharp rhythm, followed by that too-sweet, poisoned laugh. Sienna Whitfield! Because fate enjoys cruel timing, she isn’t alone. Mike is with her. For a second, my hand hovers above the honey jar as if it’s the only anchor holding me steady. My chest tightens, my pulse rising. Seeing them together still hurts in ways I hate to admit. Mike, my ex-husband, the man who swore vows to me only to break them when a shinier, prettier prize walked by. Sienna, the woman who never hesitated to steal what wasn’t hers.
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