The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 2

Six months ago, Adelina came back to the country. For Catherine, that was it—the last straw. She’d been wanting to leave, but never had the guts to actually go. When she found out Adelina had returned, she asked for a divorce that very night.

“This isn’t your problem. You shouldn’t have to worry about any of this.” Lance’s voice was steady, his face unreadable. “You’re smart, Catherine. A kid shouldn’t grow up in this kind of environment. Going back to the James family is the best thing you can do.”

Catherine was smart, but even smart people lose their grip when feelings get involved. “Even a dog doesn’t turn its back on home. My kid sure wouldn’t. Are you ashamed of me for him?” Her words came out sharp, as always.

Lance knew her too well. She always stood her ground and never backed down from what she believed in. At work, she’d gone up against him plenty of times—risking her job over a project, refusing to step back even when it would’ve been easier. The only place she’d ever truly given in to him was in bed.

But this time was different. No matter how stubborn she was, Lance wasn’t going to budge.

“Catherine, do you really think you can win against me?”

He wasn’t playing fair. It felt like there were invisible hands around her neck, squeezing tight. She couldn’t get a word out, couldn’t fight back.

Catherine forced a crooked smile. “Lance, you’ve got it all wrong.”

“That’s Lorinda’s baby. I went to see her at the hospital after work. I just got home.” Lance narrowed his eyes, watching her closely. He was suspicious, looking her up and down—she was wearing a fitted pencil skirt, her waist small, her hips curved. She didn’t look like she’d been pregnant, let alone just given birth.

“Oh, Lorinda—you remember her, right? I used to talk about her all the time…” Catherine tried to explain, but Lance was already somewhere else in his head.

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and walked over to the window. He smoked one after another, trying to calm down. In just an hour, he’d gone from thinking he was about to be a dad to realizing it was all a mistake. He needed a minute to breathe.

Catherine seemed different after these six months. He couldn’t say exactly what it was. She wasn’t the woman he remembered. He watched her reflection in the glass, searching for something familiar. She used to have a bit of a temper, but when they were together, she was soft with him—like a kitten curling up in his lap. Now, she was all claws, like a wildcat.

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