(Claire's pov) There I sat in the car, trying to get myself, I was still shaken from the whole incident. I rested my head on the steering wheel. I stepped into the apartment, my eyes scanning the entire house, I guess Jonathan must have gone to bed. Heading into the kitchen, I unlocked the refrigerator and took out an orange juice. I stared at it, before pouring it into the glass, I needed Jonathan far away from me, he was ruining my peace and I didn't sign up for this. Lifting my head, Jonathan stood in front of me, his gaze cold, I guess he wasn't asleep, so I ignored him, taking a sip of my juice. "Do you want something," I asked "I never knew you got remarried after the divorce," he asked, his eyes filled with doubts "Well we all had to move on Jonathan," I told him "Was that the reason you wanted a divorce, because you were already cheating on me," he accused "I guess we were both not sincere in our marriage," I said, trying to hide how disappointed I was that he had the
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