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Kristopher’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning pale. Elliott was known for his directness, always saying exactly what he thought. Kristopher once valued Elliott’s bluntness, but now it seemed careless. His annoyance grew, and he suddenly lost any desire to go out for drinks with Elliott. In frustration, he ended the call and his gaze drifted to Belinda’s apartment.
The lights were on, and through the light curtains, he could see her silhouette ying with a cat. Kristopher’s irritation deepened. He had just suggested divorce, and she had shown no signs of sadness or distress. Instead, she had simply gone home to y with her cat. It appeared… she truly didn’t care about him or their marriage any longer.
Watching her shadow through the curtains, Kristopher felt more conflicted than ever. It was absurd. He was actually feeling nervous about the prospect of divorcing Belinda. Kristopher remained seated outside Belinda’s apartment until the early hours, refusing to leave even after all her lights had been turned off.
A phone call from Cathy eventually broke his stubbornness. Cathy’s voice wasced with tears. “Kristopher, I had a terrible dream… I dreamed of the day Joyce was injured and saw her covered in blood, urging me to keep living…”
She cried. “Joyce gave up so much to save me and ended up in aa. It’s only been four years since that tragic day, and now I’m facing a terminal diagnosis… The weight of her sacrifice overwhelms me…” As Cathy spoke of her sister Joyce, Kristopher sighed deeply. “Cathy, hold on. I’ming to you.”
Five years ago, when Kristopher had first taken over the Cox Group, his intense drive had garnered thepany significant gains and opportunities, but it had also attracted numerous enemies. An assassination attempt by poisoning at sea left him injured. He jumped overboard to flee and was found on the shore, barely clinging to life. Cathy and her sister Joyce were the ones who rescued him.
Back then, Kristopher was poisoned and had temporarily lost his sight. Cathy, deeply shaken by the incident, lost her voice. She devoted over two months to his meticulous care, saving him from near death. Without Cathy’s dedicated efforts back then, Kristopher wouldn’t be here today. He recognized a lifelong debt of gratitude towards Cathy, one he could never fully repay.
Upon hearing Kristopher’s promise toe, Cathy pressed her lips together and whispered, “Okay, Kristopher. I’ll be waiting.”
After ending the call, Cathy looked at a picture of Kristopher standing outside Belinda’s apartment, her eyes briefly shing with spite. What was it about Belinda that made her so special? Why did both Joyce and Kristopher hold her in such high regard?
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“Belinda, bad news!”
The next morning, just as Belinda was stirring awake, a message from Madisyn popped up. Madisyn wasted no time and sent a link. “Check this out! They’re doing everything to clean up Cathy’s image as the other woman.”<fn71bd> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? FindN()vel</fn71bd>
Groggily rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn, Belinda tapped the link. The moment the webpage loaded, she was instantly alert. The link revealed a photo of an abortion record—her own, from a past miscarriage.
The exposé carried a scornful caption: “Here lies the abortion record of Miss Nelson, who only yesterday unted a marriage certificate. Her miscarriage date aligns suspiciously with Miss Miller’s return to the country. One might conjecture she chose to terminate her pregnancy and, in spite, drove Mr. Cox into the arms of Miss Miller. Yet Miss Nelson has been married to Mr. Cox for three years. What motive would she have to abandon a long-awaited child? In circles of such wealth, offspring are treasures. Why would Miss Nelson discard her passport to prestige and influence?”
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