Chapter 3 - The Chin Lift
A sudden, chilling intuition made Ryan turn his head.
His casual smile instantly shattered. His face froze completely, draining of all color until he looked like a corpse. Beside him, the blonde mistress blinked in confusion, then looked up, her mouth dropping wide open in sheer shock as she stared at the terrifying woman in red standing over them.
Claire didn't scream. She didn't cause a scene. Her natural breathing was slow, controlled, and utterly calm.
With blinding, deliberate speed, Claire reached out. Her manicured fingers wrapped firmly around Ryan’s chin, her grip absolute iron. With a sharp, commanding jerk, she forced his panicked face upward, compelling him to look directly into her furious eyes.
The air in the private cabin turned to ice.
"Your replacement wife is younger than I imagined," Claire said, her voice dripping with a freezing, razor-sharp sarcasm that cut deeper than any knife.
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Ryan’s throat bobbed as he tried to swallow, his vocal cords paralyzed. He had expected begging, weeping, or phone calls from lawyers days later. He had never expected his wife to physically board a moving private jet at 30,000 feet just to look him in the eye.
👉 Ryan was cornered with nowhere to run, and his desperate attempt to talk his way out was about to backfire spectacularly.
