She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 7

Moira hopped next to Aiken, who had already seen Alfie and Claire, and the smile on his face was immediately gone.

Moira dragged his sleeve, "Dad, I want to go home." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Aiken looked down at his daughter, his eyes welling up. "Okay. Let's go home."

Alfie wanted to chase after Moira, but Claire had been apologizing nonstop. He had no choice but to stay and comfort her.

"I'm sorry, Alfie. I messed up again," said Claire.

Her words made Alfie feel more annoyed by Moira. "It's not about you. She was mean to you," he said.

'It's not like Claire chose depression. And Moira is responsible for her current state.' thought Alfie. He got this serious look when he was thinking about the past.

He stopped talking about Moira in case it irritated Claire again. "You must be exhausted from your early flight. Let me take you back to your hotel so you can rest," he said gently to Claire.

Claire discreetly looked at Alfie and nodded. "Okay."However, a smug smile ticked up on her face, and Alfie didn't see. Her weakness and docility were gone.

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Moira was discharged from the hospital today, which was good, but running into Alfie and Claire ruined the day.

After sending Moira home, Aiken returned to the company to attend a meeting. He had been absent from work for a month to look after Moira.

Juliet helped run the tub for Moira. Moira hadn't taken a proper bath for a month. Also, she could use a bath to wash off the bad luck she got from Claire.

When Claire called, Moira had just fallen asleep not long ago.

She hadn't fully recovered, and the doctor told her to rest.

The cell phone vibrated loudly on the side. Moira thought it was her assistant calling, frowned, and sat up from the bed to pick up the phone.

She couldn't help but sneer when she saw the unfamiliar number. She knew Claire would call after the slap.

Moira answered it. "What do you want to say this time?"

Claire pretended to be surprised. "Oh, how do you know it's me? Well, I want to remind you that tomorrow is the third anniversary of your relationship. I remember you wanted to get your marriage license with Alfie tomorrow, right?"

Claire couldn't help but laugh. Moira could feel how pleased she was with herself, even on the phone.

Moira would be lying if she said she was not mad. She lay in the hospital for more than a month. In the beginning, the ribs and fractured calf hurt so much that she could not sleep at night. She would bite the pillow and endure the pain, hiding it from Aiken and Juliet.

Those long, miserable nights allowed her to see the reality. And now, she did feel mad, but that was it, nothing else.

Moira would have been hysterical if it were a month ago, but now, she was incredibly calm and even laughed at Claire on the phone. "Excuse me, but I think you have some misunderstandings about me. I don't take trash, and there are other men in the world, in case you didn't notice. I have thrown him away like garbage. Keep him since you are so into recycling."

With that, she hung up.

Claire had nowhere to vent her anger because she didn't hear Moira scream as usual. She felt the left side of her face burning in pain.

"Damn you!" Claire yelled and called Alfie. She wanted to know when Moira would break down.