A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 364:

“Mrs. Miller,” Belinda said with a dismissive glance, “since the fortune-teller you consulted predicted my interference in Mr. Cox’s and Miss Miller’s relationship so accurately…” She smirked. “Then shouldn’t he have foreseen the accident three years ago, when Kristopher fell into a coma?”

Evelyn’s face went pale, her words catching in her throat. “The fortune-teller I saw only looked into matters of the heart, not Kristopher’s accident…”

Feigning innocence, Belinda blinked. “Yet you claimed that this same fortune-teller anticipated I would take advantage of Kristopher’s tragedy and marry him during his coma.” She laughed softly, the sound cutting through the tension. “So, didn’t your mystic also foresee Kristopher’s accident and his resulting coma? If you truly believed he was going to be comatose, why didn’t you warn him to avoid that road that day?”

Belinda arched an eyebrow, her tone sharp with accusation. “What’s the matter, Mrs. Miller? Are you so unhappy with Mr. Cox as your son-in-law that you preferred him in a coma—with me as the unwanted third party—before you’d be satisfied?”

Evelyn’s complexion drained of color. She shot Belinda a furious look and opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. The entire fortune-teller story had been a lie concocted to embarrass Belinda—Evelyn never imagined her ruse would be exposed so calmly, or in front of everyone. The more she tried to defend herself, the deeper she dug her own grave. If she insisted the fortune-teller was real, how could she ever explain the car accident that had left Kristopher in a vegetative state? And yet admitting it was all made up would mean confessing her own deceit.

realized she was

on her face were completely new to him. Over the three years of their marriage,

the world around her wasn’t showing her true colors at all. The woman before him, radiating calmness, vibrancy, and sharpness, was the genuine Belinda—clear in her likes

had chosen to stop pretending now. Could it

𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠

his heart, a wave of suffocation tightening around his chest.

said, his voice

did you let Miss Miller travel abroad back then? Had you convinced her to stay, I wouldn’t have had the chance to intervene in

ghostly white against the backdrop of the wall. Sweat beaded on

She had been baiting Evelyn, coaxing her into exposing