Chapter 2 - The Command on the Lawn
Claire stepped out from the rear armored vehicle, stepping onto the lush green grass.
She stood extremely tall, her long blonde hair pulled back into a flawless military bun. She wore a pristine formal navy blue military dress uniform, complete with heavy gold buttons, gleaming rank insignias on her broad shoulders, and rows of silver and gold combat commendation ribbons across her chest.
She walked forward with calm, absolute authority, her eyes fixed entirely on her seven-year-old son.
"I promised Noah I’d be front row," Claire said, her tone icy, level, and carrying through the stunned silence of the lawn.
Ethan’s face drained of every ounce of color. His knees buckled under the weight of sheer shock, and he dropped heavily onto his knees right on the grass in front of his high-society colleagues. He clutched his trembling hands together, staring up at his wife in total terror.
"Claire... what... WHAT RANK ARE YOU?!" Ethan stammered, his voice cracking violently.
Margaret pointed a trembling, manicured finger at Claire, her golden sequins shaking as outrage and rising panic took over her face. Little Noah looked up at his mother, his brown eyes wide with pure wonder and awe.
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"How... how is this possible?!" Margaret gasped, her voice shrill and unsteady.
👉 What cruel trick had Margaret and Ethan played on Claire for the past six years to keep her hidden?
