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    The knocking on the door was insistent, echoing the earlier relentless phone rings, demanding attention until Katelyn responded.


    Katelyn felt annoyed by the disturbance.


    But her recent encounter with an assassin made her cautious.


    Positioned securely behind the door, Katelyn asked coldly, “Who is it?”


    Silence followed. The persistent knocking continued. Looking through the peephole, Katelyn was shocked to find a man standing there.


    It was Neil, unexpectedly present when he was supposed to be at home.


    Given his unexpected presence in Yata, Katelyn wondered if he hade for Lise.


    Why would he visit her instead of Lise now?


    Neil, clenching his jaw, spoke in a chilling voice. “Katelyn Bailey, I know you’re inside. Open up or I’ll be out here all day.”


    “What’s gotten into you?”


    Katelyn clenched her jaw with frustration, stepped up, and swung the door open. Neil’s eyes met hers, cold and full of fury.<fn80cd> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn80cd>


    “Tell me. Did you sleep with Vincent? Was everything else just a plot to destroy me?”


    The Wheeler Group was floundering, facing troubles both developmental and beyond. Things had gotten worse. The press conference, where all the secrets came to light, had dealt a crushing blow to hispany.


    “We weren’t even divorced, and you were against me plotting with another man. Katelyn Bailey, you’ve yed me the whole time, toying with my emotions.”


    In Neil’s eyes, anger was mixed with a trace of hurt that Katelyn couldn’t dismiss.


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    Katelyn frowned, confused. Besides the baseless ims, when had she ever misled him and toyed with his feelings?


    Katelyn crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, her look one of cautious coldness.


    “Neil Wheeler, don’t your words seem absurd? Throughout our marriage, I did you no wrong. And as for manipting your feelings, did you truly love me? Was it not you…?”


    “Who was unfaithful during our marriage?”


    Perhaps there was something between them initially, but it wasn’t love—merely routine. It was said that habits form in 28 days, and they had been together for three years. Neil’s irrational actions and his hesitation to divorce might have simply been a habit of having her presence. Losing even a pet could make one feel loss deeply, after all.


    Neil’s expression turned grim, and he spoke through clenched teeth. “In your view, did I never care for you? If that’s true, why would I have married you?”


    “Weren’t you the one who imed our marriage was merely for convenience? Have you lost your mind?” Katelyn hade to terms with the past, now able to see the pain with rity and detachment.


    Had she not been so blinded by love, she might have noticed Neil’s reluctance in their marriage and saved herself years of grief.


    Her words infuriated Neil, prompting him to sneer.


    “Fine. Believe what you wish, but you’ll answer for your betrayal and schemes.”


    “Anytime! I’m right here,” Katelyn responded casually, her eyes taunting.


    “You know what? All you do now only confirms how foolish I was to spend so much time on you. Leaving you was the best decision I’ve ever made.”


    Though she recognized this now, it was toote; the time lost was irretrievable.


    Neil was on the verge of exploding. He stepped closer, his fists so tightly clenched that his knuckles popped. “Did I prevent you from being with Vincent sooner? Katelyn, you’re really cheap! Do you even know that he—”


    Before Neil could finish his sentence, Katelyn raised her hand and delivered a sharp p across his face. The sound was crisp and resonated loudly in the hallway.


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