Daniel reached for her hand.
This time, Claire let him touch it for only a second before gently pulling away. “I loved you enough to forgive things I should never have had to forgive.”
She picked up her suitcase and walked toward the door.
Daniel followed her. “Where are you going?”
Claire paused.
“To a place where I don’t have to wonder whether the person beside me is telling the truth.”
The door closed behind her.
Daniel stood motionless in the empty hallway. Then his phone vibrated.
A message from Sabrina appeared on the screen.
“Are you leaving your wife today?”
Daniel stared at those words for several seconds.
For the first time, he understood the terrible irony of what he had done. He had spent months believing he was choosing between two women.
But Claire had already stopped choosing him.
The morning sun crept across the breakfast table, casting pale, indifferent bars of light across the manila folder. Daniel remained frozen in place, staring at the closed front door through which Claire had walked away without a tear.
