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 marry us while I was unconscious. How

Belinda’s smile soured.

imagination

I made a

years earlier, after Kristopher’s car accident left him comatose,

believed Cathy had truly left him for good, prompting her to implore his grandfather, Anthony Cox, to arrange

with great care, and

developed was largely due to the erratic lifestyle she maintained while caring

sincere affection would thaw his heart, but instead,

to call Cathy

ungrateful and would never be

and resignedly said, “If it’s her you want, so be it.” She knew

marriage should have dissolved long before, but it

surrender in her gaze seemed

are you implying?”

“Kristopher.”

chill enveloped

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

“Let’s get a divorce.”

“A divorce?”

paused, then 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 forced you to

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

squatted down and retrieved the divorce

then, the ringing of a phone cut through the

“Cathy.”