The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 366

She held a glass of juice, clinking it lightly against Lance’s wine glass.

Lance nodded and took a small sip, his eyes distant.

Sally glanced over, her gaze resting on Catherine. Without even bothering to whisper, she pointed straight at Catherine and said something to Lance.

Lance’s brow drew together for a moment as he followed Sally’s gaze. He looked at Catherine, but whatever was bothering him faded almost instantly. He turned back to Sally and spoke again.

With a bright, practiced smile, Sally smoothed a hand over her baby bump and made her way toward Catherine, following the stone path by the lake.

Catherine stayed put on the swing, swaying gently, watching Sally approach.

“Catherine, fancy seeing you here again.”

“Sally.” Catherine looked up, her eyes immediately drawn to Sally’s rounded belly. “How far along are you?”

Sally smiled, fingers moving protectively over her stomach. “Six months.”

Catherine blinked in surprise. That was almost exactly where she was, too. She couldn’t tell if Sally’s belly was just huge or if hers was oddly small, but the difference was impossible to ignore.

“Want to guess what I just told Lance?” Sally stopped right in front of her, chin lifted in challenge.

Catherine kept her tone even. “Whatever you said to him, it’s got nothing to do with me.”

“Oh, but it does. We were talking about you.” Sally let out a short laugh. “You know what I can’t stand? Women who mess up other people’s relationships. Lance left Adelina to come chasing after you in Eldervale. Men act on a whim, and of course Adelina can’t stop him, but when you think about it, this is all on you.”

The mention of Adelina made everything click for Catherine. No wonder Sally had been so cold to her since day one.

“I know you’re Lance’s ex-wife, but you and him are done. Adelina is the future Mrs. James now. Shouldn’t you know when to step aside?”

Sally sounded like she was scolding a child, her eyes hard with open dislike.

Catherine stood up, refusing to back down. “Whatever Adelina’s told you, I don’t know. I don’t even know why she and Lance are fighting. But Lance came to Eldervale for work. It’s got nothing to do with me.”

The man looked about fifty, with a bushy beard and a shiny bald head, an odd mix that caught her off guard.

He turned to the table, picked up a glass of red wine, and held it out to her. “Come on, just a few minutes of your time?”

The strong smell of wine hit her, and she hesitated.

“Today’s the Lee family’s event. Can we talk business another day?”

But the man didn’t budge. “At least let’s have a drink and set a time. That’s how we do things here.”

In Eldervale, it was an unspoken rule. Whether or not you struck a deal, you shared a drink out of respect.

Neville wasn’t with her today. No one was around to help her out. Catherine frowned, still not reaching for the glass.

The man’s expression hardened as she hesitated. “Catherine, did I offend you somehow? It’s fine if we don’t work together, but you won’t even give me this much respect?”