Claire Sinclair suddenly realized she was in the office—her colleagues had heard the entire phone call.
A senior colleague she was on good terms with asked with concern, "Claire Sinclair, you're married?"
Phoebe Lockwood also pricked up her ears, full of curiosity about the matter.
Claire Sinclair gave an awkward laugh. "Yeah, I'm married. But we're about to get divorced."
"Oh, don't worry about it. A divorce is a divorce. You're still young, and it's better to do it now before you have kids. You'll find a better man later on."
"That's right. Society is different now. A capable woman can have any man she wants. I support you getting a divorce."
"A woman should look out for herself. You're such a great writer; I'm sure you'll meet someone better in the future. Hang in there..."
'A better man? Is there a better man than him in this world?'
Claire Sinclair seriously doubted it.
'Whatever. I don't care about marriage or any of that. I just need to get this divorce over with.'
