I was no longer the woman everyone spat on and scorned three years ago.
I swept my gaze over the crowd.
“No one here dares say I don’t belong.”
It was the truth.
But Alexander took it as provocation.
He strode toward me, seized my wrist, and dragged me toward the door.
“I said you don’t belong—so you don’t.”
His steps quickened, his grip bruising my wrist.
As we passed, Isabella suddenly let out a cry and collapsed to the side.
“Claire, how could you push me?”
Alexander panicked at once.
“You venomous woman, I knew you came here today with ill intent.”
With a violent shove, he threw me aside as if I were trash.
All eyes turned toward us.
He rushed to cradle Isabella, who sobbed in his arms.
“Alexander, I can’t believe it’s been three years and Claire still won’t let me go.”
The onlookers wore mixed expressions.
Alexander, busy comforting Isabella, didn’t notice I had walked back to stand before them.
I looked down on them from above.
Thinking I meant to strike again, Alexander shielded Isabella.
“What are you trying to do now?”
But I merely glanced at them, expressionless, then walked past and returned to my seat.
Everyone was stunned.
They had expected me to erupt like I had three years ago.