Chapter 3

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“Why are you throwing a tantrum over a stupid gift?” Clara snapped, growing visibly anxious.

“Just a gift?” I let out a bitter, cold laugh. “Or were you part of his gift too?”

“Just four hours ago, my phone app warned me that my car was shaking continuously for an entire hour! During that hour, I called you dozens of times, and you ignored every single one. Even a fool knows what you two were doing!”

“Stop talking nonsense!” Clara's face turned beet red after being exposed.

“If I hadn't come back tonight, would he have walked right up into this apartment with you? Would you two have continued your filthy games in my bed?” I pressed on, my voice rising.

“You are being completely unreasonable!” Clara pointed a trembling finger at me. “The car broke down earlier, and Hunter was just helping me take it to a mechanic!”

“What broke? Which repair shop did you go to?” I demanded immediately.

Clara's eyes welled with tears of fury.

“Logan, you're always traveling for work while I take care of this apartment for you! How dare you doubt me!”

“Fine! You want to break up? Even if you buy me a brand-new house tomorrow, I won't forgive you easily this time!”

Clara grabbed her purse and stomped toward the door.

In the past, I would have rushed over, grabbed her arm, taken all the blame, and begged for her forgiveness on my knees.

Especially late at night, I would never let her walk out alone, because her safety always mattered more than my own feelings.

Now, I simply sat on the sofa, not moving an inch to stop her.

Clara paused at the doorway for a brief second, hoping I would chase her, before slamming the door shut with all her might.