A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 386:

Belinda raised her eyebrows, her attention shifting away from the videos. “But what?” she pressed.

“But I was wrong.” Fred’s frown deepened. He scrolled through his phone and then handed it to Belinda. “Look at this tweet Cathy posted the night of your incident,” he said.

Belinda stared at the screen, her brows knitting together. It showed a photo of an old mobile phone. She recognized it immediately—it was the same phone Joyce had bought for her five years ago.

Yesterday, Cathy had meant to return this phone, but due to a mistake by the servant, Joyce’s phone ended up with her instead. Consequently, the phone was still in Cathy’s possession.

Cathy had snapped a picture of the phone and posted it online with a message that read, “Miss Nelson, swapping someone else’s phone is considered theft. I will find you and swap it back.” This simple message made Belinda involuntarily furrow her brows.

looking for me because he thinks I stole Cathy’s

saying. These past few days, Cathy has been telling reporters that Kristopher adores her. Whatever she decides to do, he’s right there to help her, and

something, then tells the world you stole it. That night, when Kristopher and you saved me, I actually thought he was a decent man. Turns out he’s just as thoughtless, blindly following Cathy’s accusations. She claims you stole her belongings, and he starts hunting for you like you’re a

are a perfect match, made for each other? People who don’t think clearly should stick together.” After pausing, she shrugged.

on the bedside table and pulled out the old mobile phone. “The phone that Cathy claimed she lost

stunned. His features tensed up as he said, “Belinda,

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖: 𝗀‎𝖺‎𝗅‎𝗇‎𝗈‎ν‎𝖊‎𝗅‎𝘀‎﹒‎𝖼‎𝗈‎𝗆

while bowing her head to press the power button on Joyce’s phone. “It’s not exactly stealing. The phones were mixed up

any contact information for Joyce’s family. But with Cathy labeling her a thief online and Kristopher’s agents searching all over the city for

and asked, “Do