Chapter 2 - The Invitation Nobody Admitted Sending
Daniel did not ask Natalie to leave.
That surprised Claire.
Instead, he looked at his father.
“You knew she was coming.”
Robert adjusted one cuff.
“Let’s not turn this into a spectacle.”
Daniel gave a short, humorless laugh.
“My mother just tore my wife out of our wedding picture, and my ex-fiancée walked in carrying a key to your house. I think we passed spectacle ten minutes ago.”
Natalie remained near the doorway.
“This was a mistake.”
Claire looked at the key.
“Where did you get that?”
Natalie hesitated.
“Evelyn mailed it to me.”
Evelyn finally spoke.
“I thought Daniel deserved options.”
“Options?” Claire repeated.
Evelyn’s chin lifted.
“You’ve spent two years pulling him away from everything this family built.”
Daniel stepped between them.
“Enough.”
Natalie put her overnight case down.
“For the record, Daniel never contacted me.”
Claire looked at her husband.
Daniel’s expression showed the same confusion she felt.
Natalie continued.
“Your mother called three weeks ago. Then again last week. She said you and Claire were basically finished.”
“We’re not.”
“I see that.”
Natalie sounded embarrassed now rather than triumphant.
“She told me tonight was supposed to be a private family dinner. She said you wanted to talk about… what might have happened between us if we hadn’t ended things.”
Daniel stared at Evelyn.
“You told her that?”
Evelyn folded her arms.
“I told her the truth. You made a mistake years ago.”
“I ended that engagement.”
“Because you were stubborn.”
Natalie’s expression tightened.
“That’s not why.”
Robert finally intervened.
“We are not relitigating ancient history.”
Claire noticed something then.
Robert wasn’t looking at Natalie like an unwanted guest.
He was looking at her like someone whose arrival had happened too early.
Daniel noticed too.
“What exactly were you planning tonight?”
Robert reached for his wine.
“Nothing.”
Claire looked toward the sideboard.
Beside the trash was the damaged wedding photograph.
Next to it sat four untouched champagne flutes.
Not five.
Claire’s place had never been intended to remain at that table.
But Natalie’s had.
Claire picked up her purse.
Daniel immediately turned toward her.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from this house.”
“I’m coming.”
Evelyn’s face hardened.
“Daniel, if you walk out with her tonight, don’t expect your father to keep protecting your position at the company.”
Daniel stopped.
Not because the threat frightened him.
Because Claire had heard it too.
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For the first time, the dinner no longer looked like a family argument.
It looked like leverage.
