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.

held my heart even when you married me. And still, you let my grandfather marry us while I was unconscious. How can you call

Belinda’s smile soured.

your imagination soar

I made

after Kristopher’s car accident left him comatose, Cathy had fled

truly left him for good, prompting her to implore his grandfather, Anthony Cox, to arrange their marriage.

with

severe gastric cancer she developed was largely due to the erratic lifestyle she

thaw his heart, but

lawful spouse, she was powerless to call Cathy a mistress without facing his

was ungrateful and would never

smile and resignedly said, “If it’s her you want, so be it.” She knew it was time to let go

but it was she who

despair and surrender in her gaze

are you implying?”

“Kristopher.”

enveloped

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

“Let’s get a divorce.”

“A divorce?”

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

Grandpa to complain. I didn’t before, and

as she squatted down and retrieved the

ringing of a phone cut

“Cathy.”