Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 137

Carlisle had been onewhelmed by the chans at home for the past couple of days. To escape the constant tension, he had spent his nights out at social gatherings and business

Tonight was no different. By the time he stumbled back home, it was already past midnight.

He made his way upstairs, slightly unsteady from the alcohol, and pushed open the bedroom door. To his surprise, Katrina was there Then, a taint smirk of disdain appeared on his face.

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tamoment, be froze.

Loosening his tie, Carlisle stepped into the room and looked condescendingly at her as he asked, “What’s this? Have you finally realized you were in the wrong and decided to move back to our bedroom?

Since the day Katrina had announced her desire for a divorce at the engagement party, she had moved into the guest room. Carlisle hadn’t paid it much mind. He assumed she would eventually swallow her pride and apologize

here she was, just as

over to her and turned his back, extending his arms in a clear gesture

for old times sake,” he said, his tone casual but dismissive. “But don’t think you can pull

Shirley,” he continued, his voice taking on a more self–righteous tone, “I only want to make up for what I owe her from our younger

be chastened. “If you can stop causing trouble, your position as Mrs. Zachman will remain secure”

she had shared a life with for

toward another woman still stung. The bitterness of

if she had known back then that his so called love had been nothing but a

her throat, Katrina’s gaze turned cold,

she said softly, her voice calm and steady.

jacket, froze mid–motion. He turned to look at her sharply as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. “What did you just say?” Katrina met

were divorced, he could marry whoever he wanted–it would have nothing to do

her expression calm, but her words carried a tinality that sent a