Claire couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She squeezed her grandmother's frail, cold hand, her throat so tight she couldn't speak.
Felix arrived just then.
Old Mrs. Quigley patted Claire's back gently. "Go grab some breakfast, sweetheart."
Claire knew her grandmother wanted to speak with Felix privately, so she wiped her tears and quietly slipped out of the room.
The others, including the lawyer, filed out as well.
Old Mrs. Quigley fell into a fit of coughing.
Felix quickly poured her a glass of water.
She took a few sips, waiting for her breathing to steady before she spoke. "I heard you two submitted the divorce papers again?"
"Yes," Felix muttered, "but it's just a stalling tactic. I'm not going to divorce her."
Old Mrs. Quigley pushed the water glass away. "I don't have much time left. I don't ask for anything else, only that you keep your word and give Claire her freedom."
"Grandma..."
"Promise me!" She didn't give him room to argue, fixing her cloudy eyes on him, demanding an answer.
But Felix refused to concede. He bowed his head, sinking heavily into the chair beside her bed and gripping the mattress tightly.
Old Mrs. Quigley clutched her chest in agony. "You don't love her, so what is the point of forcing her to stay? Do you plan to spend the rest of your life as strangers sharing a bed?"
Felix's knuckles turned white as he dug his long fingers into the edge of the bed.
It took him a long time to finally whisper, "Then we'll be strangers sharing a bed."
At least Claire would still be his wife.
At least she would still be in his bed.
Crash.
Furious, Old Mrs. Quigley knocked the glass of water to the floor.
The noise was so loud that the housekeeper knocked anxiously on the door. "Mr. Quigley, should I call the doctor?"
Old Mrs. Quigley sent her away.


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