I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement. "What do you know about tolerance, Luke? I stayed with you for ten years in an abusive marriage. Do you remember that?" I shot back, my voice steady and strong.Claire, never one to miss an opportunity to insult, chimed in. "You have some nerve, Carina."I turned to face her, my gaze unflinching. "And you have none, Claire. You're no longer my mother-in-law, so you can’t boss me around." Her hand shot up as if to slap me, but Martins caught her wrist mid-air."Enough, sister er," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Martins's father, his patience wearing thin, asked, "Is this marriage still going to hold?"I took a deep breath. "Martins and I need more time," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.Luke seized the moment, turning to his grandfather. "Carina and Martins broke up. They're just pretending."I turned to face him, a smile playing on my lips. "That's a lie, Luke, and you know it. You always wer
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