The event was a charity gala hosted by the foundation Mrs. Joyner had established when she was alive.
This year, it was sponsored by Centribo.
Whether as Mrs. Joyner's most trusted confidante or as the current head of Centribo, Noreen had to attend.
"Workaholic," Claire teased over the phone.
"I bring home the bacon, you just have to look good. What's not to like?"
Claire laughed. "I definitely like that."
"And you? How are you doing?" Noreen asked.
"I'm great!"
To prove it, she let out a happy shriek. "You have no idea how healing Palm Breeze Island is! I even learned how to sea fish! It's so much fun! I caught a bluefin tuna the other day! Impressive, right?"
Noreen could feel her good mood through the phone. "That's my girl! I'll have to see it for myself sometime!"
"Definitely!" Claire promised, patting her chest.
Then she added with a sigh, "Noreen, I'm so glad I have you."
"You saved me, and Palm Breeze Island saved me. I feel like the world is a wonderful place now. Anyone or anything that makes me unhappy can just get lost!"
"Palm Breeze Island didn't save you. You just finally gave yourself a break there."
It was the same advice Noreen had once given herself.
Sometimes, you don't have to win. You just have to walk away.
"You're right. There are consequences to loving someone more than you love yourself."
Claire had finally found her peace. "I've already contacted Coley," she told Noreen. "I've hired him to handle the divorce with Felix."
A relationship was like a game of cards.
Felix held the jokers, thinking he controlled the whole game.
But he seemed to have forgotten one thing.
She could just flip the table and refuse to play.
To hell with love.
To hell with men.
Noreen wasn't close with Coley, but she had heard of him. Entrusting the divorce to him would likely lead to a good outcome.



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