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.

me. And still, you let my grandfather

Belinda’s smile soured.

imagination soar with

I made

years earlier, after Kristopher’s car accident left him

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

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

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

believed her sincere affection would thaw his heart, but instead, she found herself drained and forced

was powerless to call Cathy

and would never

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

have dissolved long before, but it was she who

despair and surrender in her gaze seemed to

you

“Kristopher.”

enveloped Belinda’s

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

“Let’s get a divorce.”

“A divorce?”

our child and now seeking a divorce? If I agree, you’ll tell my Grandpa

Grandpa to complain. I didn’t before, and

the divorce

of a phone cut through the

“Cathy.”