The Heiress

The chill of the morning sun stretched across the cold stone steps, casting long shadows. Claire Lancaster stood by the master bedroom window, her breath steady, but her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Today was their third wedding anniversary, a meaningless date to him, but a stark reminder of the girl she used to be—Claire Laurent, heiress to one of Eldoria’s most powerful families. She had loved with her whole heart, leaving everything behind, even her name, to become Claire Ward, a woman with nothing, all for a man who didn't deserve her.
Three years wasted.
Her fingers trembled, recalling Elena Jackson's cruel photo: Drake and Elena, locked in a kiss. "He was never yours." This time, though, no tears came. Today, she wasn't breaking. Today, she was leaving. She zipped shut the hidden suitcase, the rest of her belongings irrelevant if it meant freedom.
As she reached the door, the crunch of gravel halted her. Drake Lancaster stepped from his black car, calm and tailored. Her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat for the boy who saved her at twelve, the boy long gone. Then, Elena Jackson emerged, laughing, clinging to his arm. The sight didn't shatter her; it fueled her. This was the last time they would hurt her.
Without hesitation, Claire walked out of the room, heading towards the study where Drake and Elena were.
