Chapter 147 OURS
TRAVIS’ P O V
THREE MONTHS LATER
I rose to my feet when the warden brought her in. She was leaning on a cane, and there was a metal brace running up her leg.
What happened to her?
Did she happen to have an accident? Or probably got into a fight with her fellow inmates?
Her dark eyes met mine. Her face was completely devoid of any sign of emotion. She has lost a lot of weight. Her dark hair had been cut short, like a man’s cut, had shaved along the sides, and her face was pale, and shrunken.
Claire was recognizable.
''Claire…’’ I called out softly as she sat down across from me. I sat down as well, laid the documents in front of her. The guard hovered in the background. ''How are you?’’
Claire looked at me. Her face was impassive. ''What are you doing here?'' she asked, looking down at the documents, and then looked back up at me.
''I… I want you to sign the divorce papers…’’
I waited for her to get mad, but instead, she smirked. ''To marry the surrogate?’’