Novel Palace
Chapter 812
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She seemed gentle and shy, not much to look at. But Desmond hadn't counted on her being so understanding and reasonable. A chance meeting made Suzanne the one who truly got him. Back then, Claire's wild antics were a world apart from Suzanne's calm, kind nature. Exhausted by Claire's chaos, Suzanne became his safe haven. He fell head over heels for her.
One tipsy evening led to Suzanne getting pregnant. Even though Claire was often erratic, cruel, and downright scary, she was still the girl he had once idolized. He wanted to salvage what was left of their family. But everything changed with the birth of Pax. Claire named him Pax. Really? Pax?! How absurd! The name was a dead giveaway. Claire would never let go of her old flame, Paul. She turned Desmond's son into a walking reminder of her past love. For Desmond, it was a slap in the face. So, he divorced Claire and married Suzanne without missing a beat.
From then on, Desmond and Suzanne got hit with all sorts of gossip-infidelity scandals, home-wrecker accusations. But, truth be told, it all started with Claire. If she hadn't changed so drastically, if she hadn't pushed things so far, none of this would've happened. Over the years, Claire still treated Suzanne and Diana like her personal punching bags. Whenever she was in a foul mood, she'd lash out at them. She was a real piece of work, a loose cannon.
Desmond never imagined she could be this nasty, even going so far as to ruin Diana's reputation. "Claire, I've put up with you for ages, yet you crossed the line with my daughter. I'm done with you," Desmond said, stepping up to confront her. But Claire's bodyguards stopped him cold. One punched him right in the gut without hesitation. Desmond doubled over, struggling to catch his breath.
Claire sneered, "Getting cocky, Desmond? Think I'm down and out so any Joe Schmo can take a shot at me?" Back in the day, Desmond wouldn't have dared talk back to her. Clutching his stomach, he spat, "You vile woman, you'll get what's coming to you." Claire chuckled, "If I wanted to hurt Diana, do you think she'd still be around? Crushing Suzanne and your daughter with her would be as easy as squashing a bug, but I haven't bothered. You all make my boring life a bit more interesting."
Desmond's forehead throbbed, whether from anger or pain, who could tell? "Claire, do you even hear yourself?" he barked. "Today wasn't my doing, but since you're pinning it on me, I might as well wear that badge," Claire replied. Desmond's face fell. "What are you plotting now?" he demanded. "You'll find out soon," she said. "Escort him out!" Claire ordered, turning away.
Desmond was dragged out by her bodyguards, feeling a pit of worry for Diana. He rushed back to the Sheffield house. Once he was gone, Claire, with no one to vent her rage on, trashed everything in the room. Just as a lamp shattered near the door, a figure emerged. "Sis, blowing a fuse like that might give you a stroke. You don't want to end up hollering at the sky with no one to hear you," the figure quipped.