Chapter 4 - The Cutoff
Ryan’s hands shook as he fumbled frantically with the metal latch of his seatbelt, desperately trying to stand up, desperate to put some distance between himself and the terrifying red suit.
"Claire, I can explain..." Ryan stammered, his handsome face twisting into a pathetic, nervous grimace. He held his hands up defensively. "It's not what it looks like! She's just an assistant—"
Claire didn't let him finish. She didn't let him spin another one of his tired, pathetic lies.
She abruptly dropped her hand from his chin, stepping back slightly to give herself room. Her facial micro-expressions shifted from cold sarcasm to absolute, unyielding finality.
"You've explained enough," Claire interrupted, her voice hard as granite.
The mistress in the white fur shawl shrank back against the cream leather, suddenly realizing that the billionaire wife was not some helpless housewife she could easily brush aside. The sheer authority radiating from Claire made everyone in the cabin hold their breath.
Claire didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to. The quiet, terrifying composure of a betrayed woman holding all the cards was infinitely more intimidating than a tantrum.
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She reached slowly into her black handbag.
👉 Ryan watched her pull out an object from her bag, entirely unaware that the phone call she was about to make would instantly erase his entire existence.
