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Katelyn pulled out her cell phone, noticing messages from friends about the trending news. Since graduating from college, she had be a full-time housewife, with only a few friends she had kept in touch with.
ncing at the messages, Katelyn saw everyone asking the same question about the authenticity of the trending news. Her side profile in the photo had made her recognizable.
Without responding immediately, Katelyn nced over at Vincent, gave a slight nod, and said, “Thank you for the ride home tonight, Mr. Adams.”
Vincent smiled and replied in a low voice, “You’re wee. Go home and rest well.”
“Okay,” Katelyn responded.
After this exchange, Vincent drove away.
Once the vehicle was out of sight, Katelyn began her walk home, pondering who might have instigated the trending search. She had only walked a few steps when she noticed a figure under a nearby camphor tree.
The figure was unmistakably Neil, recognized by his height and build. Katelyn’s face twisted into a frown, her eyes reflecting disdain.
“Why is he here?” she wondered.
Neil had already noticed her. Discarding his cigarette with a look of disgust, he stepped out from the shadows, the lighting enhancing his features. Katelyn felt a deep revulsion at the sight of him.
His look hadn’t changed, but now, all she felt was sickness.
“Why are you here?” she asked, her voice cold.
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She eyed him warily, clutching her bag tightly, ready to defend herself if needed.
Neil’s expression was stern as he held back his anger. “Katelyn, remember, we’re officially divorced. Yet here you are, with another man, and letting him drop you off. Can’t you wait? Do you always need a man by your side?”
Katelyn immediately felt irritated and let out augh, her tone cold. “And you dare to judge me like this? Have you forgotten that you were with Lise in our bed while we were still married?”
Her eyes filled with disgust and sarcasm, sharp as needles, piercing Neil’s heart.
Neil’s heart ached deeply. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how Katelyn should look at him.
Losing her patience, Katelyn said with a sharp tone, “When will you finalize the divorce? Once it’s done, I want you out of my lifepletely.”
Annoyed, Neil adjusted his tie and warned, “As long as we’re still married, you remain my wife. Keep your distance from other men.”
“Have you no shame?” Katelyn spat. “Does Lise know that you’re trying to control who I see? You’re truly despicable.”
With every word, Katelyn’s disgust grew. Just seeing Neil’s presence soured her mood.
She pulled her phone from her bag and sneered, “Maybe I should call Lise right now and let her hear your so-called advice. I don’t need to endure your presence.”
Just as she was about to make the call, Neil snatched the phone from her hands.
“Give it back!” Katelyn demanded coldly.
Neil’s voice was icy and menacing as he stepped closer to her. “So, you’re eager to cut ties with me to be with Vincent? Consider this—his high status won’t change the fact that he sees a divorced woman as disposable. How could he truly want someone like you? He’s just using you to pass the time.”
Neil regained hisposure, his tone now lofty and cautionary. “For the sake of our long history, I advise you not to jeopardize your future. Vincent could easily ruin you.”
Katelyn clenched her fists, the hatred in her gaze unmistakable. Every time she thought she couldn’t be more disillusioned with Neil, he managed to shock her further.
“Don’t assume everyone is as vile and sordid as you,” she replied, her teeth clenched in anger. “I regret every moment spent with you. I’d rather have given those years to the dogs.”
Her words provoked Neil even further. In a sudden move, he reached out and grabbed her neck.
“Do you me me for holding you back? Tell me. Why did Vincent defend you in the restaurant? Is it because you couldn’t endure being alone and sought his presence with such desperation?”
Furious, Katelyn narrowed her eyes, her anger rising quickly. Without hesitation, she swiftly raised her hand and struck Neil across the face with all her might!
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