Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 128

The rain had begun to fall in soft, steady sheets when Katrina sat down at the old wooden table in the kitchen, her fingers tracing the chipped edge of her father's coffee mug. The house felt quieter than usual, the stillness pressing against her chest like a weight she couldn't quite lift. Her father had been patient, giving her time to come to terms with what he had said, with what he had tried to convince her was the truth.

The truth. It was a word she couldn't seem to hold onto anymore, not with the way everything had shattered. How could she trust her own judgment when the man she loved had seemingly betrayed her in the cruelest way possible? But Alois was right... if she didn't at least hear Kylan out, she would always be left with the shadow of doubt, a story half-told and a heart half-healed. So, here she was, sitting in the quiet of the kitchen, waiting for him to arrive.

Kylan had called earlier, his voice shaky through the receiver, pleading with her to meet him, to let him explain. "I need you to understand," he had said, his words urgent, desperate. "Katrina, I love you, and I love Clarence. I swear on everything that I never cheated. Please, just give me a chance to tell you."

She had agreed to meet him. The decision had come slowly, almost painfully, as if her heart were dragging its feet, unwilling to forgive, unwilling to believe. But a small part of her, buried deep under the layers of hurt, wanted to trust him, wanted to believe that this wasn't the end of everything they had built together.

And so, when the knock came at the door, Katrina's pulse quickened.

She opened it to find Kylan standing there, drenched from the rain, his clothes clinging to his frame, his face drawn with exhaustion and fear. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There was so much unspoken between them, so many months of pain, of silence, of brokenness. But there was also the familiarity in the way he stood, his posture just a little slouched, as though the weight of this conversation had already begun to bend him.

"Katrina," he said softly, his voice hoarse. "I... thank you for letting me come. I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me too."

She stepped back, silently inviting him in, though her heart was still guarded, her emotions in turmoil. He didn't move right away, as if he were waiting for her to say something, to offer some sign that this wasn't a complete mistake. But Katrina could only stare at him, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened.

Finally, he stepped inside, his boots leaving muddy prints on the wooden floor. She didn't know why, but the sight of him in her father's home, the place she had come to for safety, felt like a violation. She had once imagined their home as a sanctuary, a place where love and trust had no bounds. But now, standing there, all she could see was the wreckage.

Kylan took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as if he were trying to steady himself before diving into the deep end of their conversation. He ran a hand through his wet hair and met her eyes.

"I never cheated on you, Katrina. I swear on everything I have. I never touched Isabella. What you heard on the phone. Please, just listen to me. You have to understand how this all happened." Katrina's heart stung at the mention of Isabella's name, the woman who had sent her world spiraling. She crossed her arms tightly, unwilling to let him see how much her walls were beginning to crumble. "Then tell me," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "tell me how it happened, because all I heard was her voice on the other end of the line. And you sounded... you sounded guilty, Kylan. How do you explain that?"

Kylan stepped closer, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "It was a misunderstanding, Katrina. I never wanted to hurt you, never wanted you to think for a second that I wasn't loyal to you." His hands flexed at his sides, his body rigid with emotion. "That day, Isabella was drunk. I was telling her to go to bed. I have a lot of work waiting and she wanted to drink more. It got to a point where she was touching me and I wasn't comfortable. When I was asleep, I didn't notice that she came to my side to sleep. When you called and she answered, I didn't know it was you." He paused and took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears. "Letting her answer the call and prioritizing on washing my face first do I could wake up was the biggest mistake in my life."

Katrina blinked, trying to make sense of his words. "But why didn't you tell me that? Why didn't you tell me what was going on when I called? You didn't even try to explain. Instead, you acted like I was the one who was crazy for questioning you."

have, I know. But Katrina... you didn't give me a chance to explain, and I didn't want to add fuel to the fire by trying to get to you.I thought, maybe, if I waited, you would cool off and see that it was all a mistake." His voice cracked, the emotion raw. "But when I didn't hear from you, I realized how badly I had messed up. I knew that I had to come to you, to beg you to

stared at him, her emotions swirling. There was something in his voice now, something that felt real, something that sounded like the man she had loved. But how could she be sure? How could she be certain that she wasn't

desperate. "I love you. And I love Clarence. I swear, I never cheated. That was never... never a part of our story. I made a mistake by not being honest with you from the

eyes, the weight of his own regret. She had always known Kylan to be confident, self-assured-but here, now, he seemed like a man on the edge of losing everything. "I don't know if I can believe you," she said quietly, the words tasting like a confession. "I want to... I want to trust you again, but it feels like... like I've been betrayed in ways I can't even understand. How do I let that go? How do I let the doubt leave?" Kylan stepped closer, reaching out to her, his hand hovering as if uncertain whether she would allow him the closeness. "I'll do whatever it takes, Katrina. I'll be patient. I'll wait. I'll prove to you, every day, that I love you. That I am your Kylan. That I am the man who will never

love she still felt for him and the fear

trembling as she tried to find the strength

in that moment-standing there, on the precipice of forgiveness, on the edge of what could be the most painful decision of her life-that Katrina realized one thing: she wasn't just fighting to save her marriage, she was fighting

courage to listen-if she gave Kylan the chance to explain-she could begin

at Kylan and held him tightly, causing him to stumble

just as tight. He inhaled her hair and exhaled contentedly. This is what

"Daddy!"

them with a large smile on her face. Katrina couldn't help letting out a small laugh as she looked at her daughter launching herself at her father. Kylan buried his face on Clarence's shoulder as he picked her up, tears starting to fall.

"Miss daddy!"

over. Katrina smiled

He buried his face

on her neck.

me, please.

if you sleep at the spare room. Or if you are still mad. Just don't divorce me. I can't lose you." love you so much and if you left me for good, I don't know what to do. You and Clarence are my

her tears flow as she wrapped her arms around him and Clarence. She saw her father standing by the main door, smiling at her.

~0~0~0~

Katrina and Kylan reconciled, Kylan decided to stay for one week in

asked when

be with you and Clarence

her head resting on her mother's shoulder. It felt like the first moment of peace they'd had in