After a few steps, Finley glanced back. Claire was still standing where he’d left her, her small frame almost swallowed by the space around her. She looked so fragile, so alone. 

It hit him then—he’d promised her he wouldn’t put Renee first anymore, but he’d failed. Every single time. Determined, he swore to himself he’d make it up to Claire. 

Once Finley and Renee were gone, Claire returned to her seat. A waiter appeared, carrying a two-tiered cake. 

“Miss, happy birthday. This cake was prepared by Mr. Lloyd,” the waiter said, glancing around awkwardly when he noticed Finley wasn’t there. Claire sat alone. 

“Just leave it, thanks.” 

The waiter lit the candles and handed her a small doll as a gift. Claire closed her eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles. 

She didn’t wish for herself. She wished for her baby—to be reborn into a family filled with love, where happiness wasn’t something fragile and fleeting. 

She took a bite of the cake. It was sweet, but all she could taste was bitterness. 

Not long after, her phone buzzed. Raoul. 

“The divorce papers are ready,” he told her. “You can sign whenever you’re ready.” 

Claire didn’t hesitate. She went to his office, reviewed the documents, and signed with a steady hand. 

Raoul watched her, his curiosity finally breaking through. “Mrs. Lloyd, you and Mr. Lloyd have a child. Everyone knows how much you love him. Why divorce now?” 

Claire’s smile was faint. “It’s Ms. Carlson now. Finley and I have no connection anymore,” she said, sidestepping the question. “Oh, and Raoul, make sure you personally deliver these to him tomorrow. Once he’s signed, let me know so I can give you an address to mail the finalized papers.” 

“Does Mr. Lloyd even know about this? What if he doesn’t agree?” 

Claire chuckled softly. “He’ll agree. Trust me, he’s probably been waiting for this. But if not? I’ll sign another set. He’ll get the hint eventually.” 

“Understood. I’ll take care of it.” 

“Thanks.”