“Lance, don’t forget—our remarriage comes with conditions.” Catherine’s voice was tight with irritation.
Lance only arched an eyebrow. “All I did was talk. I haven’t crossed any lines. What exactly are you so nervous about?”
It wasn’t fear she felt. It was the growing sense that he was becoming far too familiar—overstepping boundaries that shouldn’t even exist between them anymore. They weren’t an old married couple; they were supposed to be exes, each giving the other plenty of space.
Lance let that hang in the air, then picked up a diaper and walked off.
By the time Catherine came downstairs again, he was already in the living room, playing with Lanny as if nothing had happened.
Catherine headed straight for the dining room, lifted her phone, and saw a new message from Harrell—sent ten minutes earlier. He’d forwarded a contact: Lorinda’s new account. She added Lorinda, and almost at once, her friend request was accepted. The screen showed: “Typing…”
The new message appeared:
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you—I dug up some things about Amanda. She was born to a servant from Adela’s family, came with her to the Lee estate, and became Adela’s maid. Then, Geoffrey got drunk one night and ended up sleeping with her. Amanda had a child by him—and that child is the leverage the Lees hold over her! If we can find her kid, Amanda might be willing to expose everything the Lees have done.”
Catherine’s heart lurched as she read. Childhood memories flickered back—scenes when Amanda would look at her and her sister with eyes full of warmth, only for that softness to vanish in a heartbeat, replaced by coldness. In those loving moments, it was as if Amanda was seeing someone else through them. The idea that Amanda had a child—Catherine had never even considered it.
A second message popped up:
“Have Lance help look into it.”

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