I met his eyes, my resolve hardening. "Yes," I murmured. "I want a new identity. I don’t want Archie to ever find Wendy Clark again."
Leon’s brows lifted slightly, but he masked his surprise well. And then, after a brief pause, he nodded. A silent promise that my request would be granted.
A slow, knowing smile played at his lips. "Welcome to your new beginning, Wendy."
I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding.
Yes. This was a new beginning.
And I would never look back again.
My steps halted in the doorway, my chest tightening at the sight before me. Archie sat on the sofa with a woman beside him—Claire. The very woman who had torn my household apart.
I shouldn't have been surprised. I knew this would happen. Yet, seeing it with my own eyes made my heart feel as though it were being crushed.
Claire sat gracefully, her sweet smile unwavering, as if she had done nothing wrong. In her arms, she cradled a baby—a baby that wasn’t just any child. It was Archie's. The child of the man who was still my husband.
As my gaze met Archie's, I saw the shock in his eyes. He immediately stood up and approached me, attempting to act as though this situation were entirely normal.