Claire thought her whirlwind romance was the start of her happily ever after—until an overheard conversation between her mother and her husband, James. Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, Claire embarks on a journey to uncover their motives and reclaim her life.
They say hindsight is 20/20, but no one tells you how much it can hurt.
Looking back, the warning signs were there, flashing like neon lights.
I just didn’t want to see them.
It all started a few months ago when I met James during a rushed lunch break at a tiny coffee shop downtown.
He was charming, attentive, and just the right kind of confident—the kind that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room.
And he stole my attention away from the club sandwich I’d been craving all morning. Not to mention, his smile…
Four whirlwind months later, he proposed while we were taking a walk on the beach.
I said yes without hesitation. I mean, sure, people raised their eyebrows.
“Too fast,” Cyril, James’ uncle, said.
“Claire must be pregnant,” another person hissed at our engagement party.
“Maybe it’s about money,” my cousin, Melody, said.
But I didn’t care. I was convinced I’d found my forever person.
Our wedding was a modest, intimate, and beautiful affair.
It had all the pink and champagne tones a girl could have hoped for. And I felt more special than I had in my entire life.
My mom, Patricia, couldn’t have been happier.
From the moment she met James, she gushed about how he was perfect for me. At the time, I thought it was sweet.
Now, I know better.
Way better.
My relationship with my mom had always been complicated. She was overly involved in my life, especially after my messy breakup with my college boyfriend, Nick. I’d been devastated after catching him cheating on me with a close friend.
In our dorm!
For months, my mom hovered, offering unsolicited advice about love and relationships.
“You’re too trusting,” she’d say, or “You need someone who will protect you, Claire.”
But her protectiveness turned suffocating after a health scare two years ago when I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
It required constant management, like monitoring my blood sugar levels, insulin injections, and a careful balance of diet and exercise.
I had since stabilized, but it was as if my mom never got the memo. She saw me as fragile, incapable of navigating my life alone.
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