Chapter 3

Candace flashed a fake smile at me, pretending to be friendly.

"Claire, what a coincidence! We haven't seen each other in five years, have we? I can't believe your face has completely recovered!"

"I thought that disfigured face of yours would never heal!"

She pretended to be happy for me, but her eyes held undisguised mockery.

Brad's brow furrowed as he looked at me holding my daughter's hand. He said in a deep voice, "Is this your daughter? You got married after we divorced?"

"Claire, you really didn't waste any time, did you? When you called me a jerk back then, I still felt a little guilty. But now it looks like you must have been cheating during our marriage too, otherwise, how could you have found a new man so quickly?"

"Who's the father of that little brat? What kind of man is so blind he'd marry you…"

Before Brad could finish, I slapped him directly. Brad clearly hadn't expected me to strike him so decisively. He instantly raged, screaming at me, "You damn bitch, how dare you hit me?"

I looked at him coldly. "Brad, watch your mouth! I don't want to dwell on your betrayal five years ago, but don't you dare test my patience."

My daughter was scared by Brad's menacing look and started crying. "You're bad people! I'm going to tell Daddy! Daddy won't let you get away with this!"

While I was comforting Lily, Brad glared at my daughter fiercely. "Shut up, you little brat!"

"What is your daddy anyway? Marrying my leftovers, he must be a loser, not even fit to tie my shoelaces!"

With that, Brad prepared to lay hands on us. Candace quickly stopped him, whispering, "We can't cause a scene in this amusement park. What if Ryan's wife and daughter see us? We'll be in trouble."

Brad nodded, agreeing. Then he glared at me viciously.

"I'll let you off the hook today. Get out of here with that little brat. Don't let me see you again, or don't blame me for what happens next."

Candace looked at me with even more mockery and disdain, laughing sarcastically.

As for Justin, he continuously looked at me with disgust, impatiently telling Brad and Candace, "Mom, Dad, why are you wasting time with her? Let's stop messing around here and go find Ryan's wife and daughter!"

Watching them leave, seeing my daughter's pitiful, tear-streaked face, my heart felt heavy.

I gritted my teeth, muttering to myself, "I didn't want to bother you, but you just had to walk straight into the firing line."

"Since you're so intent on seeking your own demise, I'll grant you your wish!"

I pulled out my phone and called Ryan. "Honey, let's go to Justin's 18th birthday celebration tomorrow!"