Claude had just set his coffee mug down when Mio's voice, soft but deliberate, floated across the room. "Don't forget," she began, twirling a stray lock of hair around her finger with mock innocence, "you've hated me ever since your parents adopted me. How about we divorce and let your parents be entirely yours?"
Claude, who'd been scrolling through a report on his phone, slowly looked up at her. His eyebrow arched in that dramatic way that always made her want to throw a pillow at his head. "Divorce? Again? We just had pizza and you're already trying to get rid of me? You're unbelievable."
"I'm perfectly believable." She leaned closer, eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and mischief. "When we were in school, I was bullied and you just stood there. Remember? You didn't even defend me. Why? Because you hated me getting your parents' attention. I think your hatred for me must've hit its peak back then. So don't deny it now."
