Claire Sinclair froze on the spot, her eyes filled with pent-up frustration.
She had been drugged by a scumbag and nearly assaulted. She never expected anyone to stand up for her over it. But when the man who had tricked her into marriage showed no concern, and even went so far as to blame her, she actually felt wronged.
It was just like when she was bullied at school—no one ever helped her, and she would still get scolded when she got home.
'Right,' she thought. 'Who is Adrian Quincy anyway? He's a mysterious and noble figure, high and mighty, and incredibly busy. He can't even find the time to get a divorce, so of course he has no time to waste on trivial matters like hers.'
Claire suddenly had a moment of clarity. 'A small fry like me, who isn't hardworking or outstanding—why should I expect anyone's care? I'm not some lucky charm.'
