The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 555

“Of course not,” Aaron said at once, shaking his head. “I don’t know anything—how could I possibly betray you?”

And he wasn’t lying: the truth about Catherine’s child being Lance’s had never passed his lips to another soul.

Catherine studied his face, searching for any hint of deceit. Finding none, she said quietly, “Thank you. Once Lance and I go through the divorce—again—I’ll put as much distance between us as possible. That way you won’t have to keep feeling like you’re betraying him every time you see me.”

Divorcing again? Aaron’s thoughts flicked instantly to the new clause Lance had told him to add—in other words, it was impossible. There’d be no divorce.

“So,” he said, steering the conversation elsewhere, “what are you planning with the Lee family? Lance can’t intervene directly. Sure, we could win if we went head to head, but it wouldn’t be clean. The Lees are masters at working the loopholes.”

“I know,” Catherine replied. “But I’m going to peel back every layer, expose every secret. Whatever darkness they’re hiding—I’ll drag it into the light. Not just for me. For Lorinda, too, since she’s stuck with Geoffrey and his wife.”

“If you need anything, just come to me,” Aaron said. “Lance told me to follow your instructions.”

Catherine gave a grateful nod. “Thank you. I didn’t expect to trouble you again.”

“It’s no trouble,” Aaron replied honestly. “The Eldervale branch barely keeps me busy. I’ve escaped from headquarters, my workload’s been cut in half. I actually have free time now.” Garrison, after all, had taken over back at head office.

At ten o’clock, the Hotel.

Catherine arrived in the ballroom right on time. The first thing she noticed was Jasper’s stroller tucked away in a corner.

Lorinda was nowhere to be seen. Instead, standing next to the stroller was a young boy, around ten or eleven, his features unmistakably echoing Lorinda’s—Owen.

Behind the two of them stood a handful of bodyguards and a maid.

Lifting the hem of her gown, Catherine crossed the floor. She hadn’t even made it all the way over when Jasper, eyes lighting up, threw up his arms to be picked up.

“Mom! Mom!”

The bodyguards and maid swooped in, quickly closing ranks around her.

“I’m here for Lorinda,” Catherine said, calm and measured. She had no intention of making a scene at someone else’s party.

Aaron stepped forward, producing a business card. “We’re with Mr. James.”

The head bodyguard’s eyes flickered—recognition and a hint of respect. With a quick nod, one of the security men slipped away into the crowd, most likely to fetch Davis.

Within five or six minutes, Catherine was escorted upstairs to a lounge on the third floor. Jasper remained glued to her, and a suspicious Owen trailed after, convinced she might spirit his nephew away at any moment.

They ended up sitting on opposite couches. Jasper nestled into Catherine’s arms, reaching up to touch her cheek, bumping his little nose against hers. Owen scowled, his glare darkening with every affectionate gesture.

“Jasper’s still a baby—he can’t tell right from wrong,” Owen snapped. “You’re such a dummy, Jasper! She’s a gold-digger, Jasper! She’d sell you out the second things got tough!”