A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 3:

Belinda lay on the floor, tasting the blood in her throat, as she pushed herself to stand.

“Why are you back?”

Wasn’t he supposed to be at the hospital, doting on his precious Cathy?

Kristopher, watching Belinda’s face twist in disdain, leaned back elegantly on the sofa.

“Cathy’s just beginning to establish herself here. Imagine the scandal if it came out she was at the gynecologist today…”

“And why should that concern me?”

Belinda narrowed her eyes, her smirk dripping with sarcasm.

“As your wife, who’s just miscarried, should I be upholding your mistress’ reputation?”

It was clear now why Kristopher had rushed back; he feared Belinda might expose everything and tarnish his beloved’s future.

“How dare you use the word ‘mistress’?” Kristopher snapped back.

Belinda fixed her gaze on him, her words deliberate and biting.

“If Cathy valued her reputation, she wouldn’t be involved with a married man, wouldn’t have health issues, and certainly wouldn’t seek treatment at public hospitals.”

Kristopher’s eyes darkened with fury.

let my grandfather

Belinda’s smile soured.

your imagination soar

I made a

car accident left

for good, prompting her to implore his grandfather, Anthony Cox, to arrange their marriage. She vowed to nurture him for

months, she tended to him with great care, and gradually, Kristopher began

was largely due to the erratic lifestyle she

would thaw his heart, but instead, she

to call

that Kristopher was ungrateful and would never be touched, no

bitter smile and resignedly said, “If it’s her you want, so

long before, but it was

her

you implying?” he

“Kristopher.”

enveloped

as their relationship neared its conclusion, Belinda was surprised by her own serenity, unable to muster even

“Let’s get a divorce.”

“A divorce?”

sneered. “What game are you playing, Belinda? Aborting our child and now seeking a divorce? If I agree, you’ll tell my Grandpa that I

have never gone to your Grandpa to complain. I didn’t before, and I won’t

retrieved the divorce papers from the drawer of the

then, the ringing of a phone

“Cathy.”