Claudia just shook her head. It wasn't about who was right or wrong. It all just boiled down to whether there was love, or if there wasn't.
It wasn't that she hadn't fought or tried to hold on.
But everything had made it clear: York didn't love her, and he didn't belong to her.
Claudia said to Ann, "I've booked an expedited service. The renovation company will be here tomorrow morning. You should finalize the design plans as soon as possible so you can move in before York gets back from his trip."
Ann still seemed to be in disbelief. "Miss Watkins, are you sure?"
Claudia didn't answer.
She walked into the garden and stared at the pile of 'trash' before her, memories of her time with York flooding her mind. Memories from childhood, from their youth, from their marriage.
Slowly, Claudia knelt and used a lighter to set fire to a small teddy bear.
She couldn't even remember which year York had given it to her. Her mother had told her the story: one day, playing in the Ferguson's garden, she had asked a home-from-school York to push her on the swing. He ignored her. She had followed him, crying, all the way to the adults to tattle on him. To appease her, York had taken her to buy this very bear.
The flames spread quickly, consuming the small toy.
Claudia stood up and stepped back.
The fire crackled and roared as it devoured the pile of their past, the flames lighting up the night sky.
She watched silently, feeling as though her heart was being burned to ash along with it.
Ann stood behind her, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, impossible to suppress. She couldn't believe her luck. She had barely made a move, and this woman, Claudia, was leaving on her own accord.
It was an effortless victory. Once she moved in here, no one would ever be able to drive her out.


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