Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 142

After graduation, she knew she didn’t want to be someone who just sat around doing nothing, living off her family. She didn’t want to waltz straight into a cushy job at her parents’ place either. So instead, she decided to do whatever she felt like, testing out every job that caught her eye.

Camilla once asked her why she did that.

She said, “Well, I know I’m probably going to end up in an arranged marriage. Once I get married, I’ll most likely just be a full-time housewife. So while I’m still young, I want to try as much as I can.”

Camilla thought about it. If Catheleen had to enter a marriage like that, Lambert definitely would, too. Families like theirs always wanted to match status. It was an unspoken rule.

That night, Catheleen was craving fondue, so Camilla went out early to buy the ingredients. Cooking wasn’t really her thing, but hot pot was easy. It was cold enough outside that anything warm and shared sounded perfect. On a freezing winter evening, nothing felt cozier than sitting at home eating hot pot.

Even though Catheleen’s interviews weren’t going well, she didn’t seem worried about money. In fact, she looked pretty cheerful. Lifting her glass, she grinned at Camilla. “Cammie, I hope your divorce comes through soon, that you win something big at the design competition, and… that you find yourself an amazing boyfriend. Cheers!”

Camilla tapped her glass and took a sip of her drink. “That’s a lot of wishes. When I blow out birthday candles, I only dare to ask for one thing. You just made a whole wish-list in a single toast.”

Catheleen laughed. “You have to be bold. You never know what you’ll get if you don’t try. Go for it!”

They were still laughing when Camilla’s phone started ringing. She picked it up fast. “Ladd.”

Catheleen watched from the side and silently mouthed, Why is it him again?

Ladd said, “Are you free right now? Can you come over?”

“Sure,” Camilla replied, raising her hand to let Catheleen know it was fine. “Text me the location.”

When she hung up, Catheleen huffed. “I’m starting to get annoyed. Why does he always bust into your free time?”

Camilla started clearing up the table. “We’re designers. Free time barely exists. He pays well, so of course I have to be ready to work whenever he calls.”

Catheleen stood up, too. “I’m coming with you.”

Just as she finished, Camilla’s phone rang again. She glanced at the number. It was unfamiliar, but it was an unfamiliar number, and her stomach tightened before she even answered.

She picked up. “Hello, who’s this?”

The voice on the other end spat out, “You’re so young. Isn’t there anything better you could do than wreck someone else’s marriage? Where’s your self-respect?”

“Seriously, what’s it like being with a man old enough to be your dad? Can he even please you?”

“If you’re such a slut, maybe I should send a few guys your way tonight.”

Each line hit like spit. Before she could even process it all, the man had hung up. She felt a sudden burn of anger and humiliation.

Her voice shook as she yelled at her phone. “Who the hell are you? Are you crazy?”