The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 290

“I got pregnant six months after the divorce, Lance. The baby really isn’t yours.”

“Then whose is it?”

Lance heard himself ask the question before he could stop. It was a terrible thing to say and he knew it, but he waited anyway, heart pounding hard in his chest, bracing himself for her answer. And then, even though he knew he should just let it go, he pushed her again.

“It has nothing to do with you,” Catherine said. She pushed open the door and walked out without looking back.

She barely made it a few steps before she felt a hand clamp around her wrist, tugging her backward so fast it made her stumble. Lance. He’d followed her.

“What are you so scared of?” he demanded.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Catherine shot back, trying to keep her voice steady, even though he had her trapped between the wall and his chest.

Lance pressed his lips together, his whole face tightening. What was he doing? Was he really about to interrogate his ex-wife, someone who still worked for him, about whose baby she was carrying?

“You’re tangled up with Gavin, my biggest rival. You work for me. Don’t I deserve to know who the father is?”

His voice came out cold, almost mocking, and Catherine’s heart twisted. She looked up at him, her eyes shining, trying not to let him see how close she was to tears. It hurt—stung, really—to realize he could think so little of her. She thought at the very least he’d know her better than this. She’d never, not in a million years, get herself mixed up with someone like Gavin.

But before she could say anything else, someone called her name.

“Catherine.”

She turned and saw Lewis standing down the hallway, holding a briefcase, looking like he’d just come off work. He looked a little awkward, but he squared his shoulders and headed toward them.

Now it was just the three of them in the hallway. Lance looked up, his eyes narrowing as Lewis got closer.

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