The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 329

When Harrell opened the door and saw Lance standing there, he felt a wave of relief, mixed with surprise. It was almost like he'd been waiting for this moment.

“I knew you’d find me,” he said quietly.

The door was barely open, but Lance just pushed it the rest of the way with his foot. Harrell stepped aside, watching as Lance strolled in, hands shoved into his pockets.

The apartment was tiny, just two rooms, and with both of them inside, it felt even smaller. They were both tall, broad-shouldered, and the space seemed to shrink with the tension between them.

Lance stopped in the middle of the living room and turned, eyes scanning Harrell.

“I’m only saying this once. Be straight with me, Harrell. Tell the truth now, or deal with the consequences.”

Harrell knew Adelina would never let things get ugly. She was too careful for that. But Lance was too smart. For him to track Harrell down and say this, he must have already figured out more than Harrell would ever admit.

“I don’t have anything to say.”

But it wasn’t true. There were things Adelina didn’t want Lance to know, and Harrell had secrets of his own.

Lance’s expression was impossible to read. The silence between them was heavy, pressing in until the air felt icy.

“Pack your stuff. Tomorrow, you’re coming with me to Eldervale.”

He said it after a long pause, then brushed past Harrell and walked out.

Harrell turned, watching Lance go down the stairs, his silhouette fading out of sight. He’d half expected it to end this way, their friendship of over twenty years unraveling in silence. Lance had never tolerated betrayal, and Harrell had always been the exception. That only made Harrell feel worse, his guilt gnawing at him.

Eldervale. Maybe Catherine was another exception for Lance, a grain of sand he couldn’t ignore.

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The morning in Eldervale was cool and fresh. Catherine wore a light gray dress, a shawl draped over her shoulders—something Lorinda had insisted she take along.

She was just getting out of the car when Letty hurried across the parking lot toward her.

Halfway to her next stop, Letty texted her Adela’s location. Adela was out with her daughter-in-law, checking out postnatal care centers.

Catherine pressed the gas, went home to pick up Lorinda, and headed straight for the center.

In the car, Lorinda was in the back seat, playing with Jasper. She looked up, surprised to see Catherine.

“Don’t you have work today? Why’d you come home so suddenly?”

“I had a bit of free time. Figured we should deal with this now. I checked into this postnatal care center—they have good live-in nannies too. We’ll pick one out to help with Jasper.”

“That’d be perfect. I’m really not the best mom. I’ve only had him for a few days and I’m already wiped out.”

Lorinda was in a comfy cotton t-shirt and black-rimmed glasses, no makeup, hair pulled back. She looked completely different from her old self, every inch the tired new mom.

“I read somewhere that new moms need to focus on their own emotions too. Being cooped up at home with a baby all day can mess with anyone’s mood. It’s not just you—every mom goes through this.”