Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth novel Chapter 109

Chapter 18 

Claire’s eyes burned with hatred. 

“Nathan’s a perfectionist about his grooming he’d never leave stubble in his razor,” I said softly. “You planted that evidence, didn’t you?” 

“When he showed me those gloves I’d given him, everything clicked. He might have betrayed me, but he’d never use something I made as a bathroom prop.” 

“You spotted me following that day. So you staged it all the stubble, the scarf, the lingerie carefully arranged on the 

bed.” 

“Then you saw my car and put on your little show. How pathetically desperate.” 

I met her unhinged stare. “Your greed ruined everything. If you hadn’t tried to manipulate me with that shaving setup, you could’ve kept playing house in the shadows. You got greedy, Claire. That’s on you.” 

Suddenly there was a blur of motion – Nathan’s hands wrapping around Claire’s throat. 

“It was you!” he roared, all pretense of control gone. “Everything! You scheming witch! You killed my parents and now you’ve taken Emma from me! You’re poison – I’ll kill you!” 

Claire’s eyes rolled back as she went limp. 

Security rushed in, struggling to pull Nathan back. 

He fought against them, completely unraveled. “I’ll kill you!” 

Claire stumbled to her feet, gasping for air. 

“Nathan, we’re your real family!” she shrieked. “She’s the one who destroyed everything – us, our son! She’s the one 

who deserves to die!” 

She turned on me, something feral in her eyes. “Everything will be ours once you’re gone!” 

Time slowed. A flash of metal in her hand. 

“Emma!” 

It happened like a scene in slow motion – Nathan throwing himself between us. The blade catching the harsh fluorescent lights before disappearing into his chest. 

For a moment, everything stopped. A dark stain bloomed across his white shirt like spilled wine. He looked down, almost puzzled, then back at me. His eyes were surprisingly clear. 

“Looks like I’ll miss our court date,” he whispered, trying for that old familiar smile one last time. 

His legs gave out. He crumpled like a marionette with cut strings. 

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Seven Years of Love, Seven Minutes of Truth