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Tom stood at the far end of the plush, carpeted hallway, holding an empty crystal champagne flute like a trophy from a war he thought he’d already won. / Chapter 3 / 8

Chapter 3 - Public Humiliation Looks Good on You—The Long Walk of Shame

Ten minutes later, the elevator doors opened again. This time, the procession was very different.

First came the two security guards, pushing the luggage carts loaded with Judith’s designer bags and Chloe’s obnoxious pink suitcase. Behind them walked Judith, her silk robe replaced by her travel clothes, her head held high but her face pale with fury. Chloe followed, sobbing openly into a tissue, her oversized sunglasses back on to hide her tears.

And finally, there was Tom, carrying his own black suitcase, looking like a man marching to his own execution.

I rode down in the elevator with them, standing right at the front, next to Grant. Nobody spoke. The tension inside the glass capsule was so thick it felt volatile. Every time Tom tried to catch my eye in the mirror reflection, I simply looked past him, watching the beautiful tropical landscape of the resort pass by as we descended.

When the elevator doors opened into the main lobby, the crowd had grown. It was peak check-in hour. Dozens of wealthy families, couples, and resort staff members were milling about.

As our entourage stepped out, heads turned. The rumor mill in a five-star resort moves fast. Word had clearly spread that the arrogant man who had joked about abandoning his wife in the lobby was getting booted by the management.

"Oh look," I heard a woman whisper to her husband near the concierge desk. "That's the guy who left his wife with the bags. Looks like she took the keys."

Judith heard it. Her back stiffened, and she glared at the onlookers. "Mind your own business!" she snapped, completely losing her upper-class composure.

"Mom, stop, don't make it worse," Tom muttered, keeping his head down, his face burning with a shame so deep I could practically feel the heat radiating off him.

The guards escorted them all the way to the revolving glass doors—the exact doors they had walked through an hour earlier, laughing at my expense. The valet had brought their rental car around.

"Here are your bags, Mr. Sterling," Grant said, his voice clear enough for half the lobby to hear. "We hope you have a safe journey off our property. Have a wonderful evening."

Tom turned to me one last time, his hand on the handle of his suitcase. "Where are we supposed to go, Claire? Every hotel on the island is booked for the season. We don't have anywhere to stay!"

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Without waiting for his reply, I turned my back on him and walked toward the front desk.

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