The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 632

A wave of bittersweet emotion washed over her. She swallowed hard, forcing the lump in her throat down.

"Mommy will do everything in her power to give you the best."

After eating and drinking his fill, Lanny played for a bit before drifting off to sleep.

He was an easy baby with a regular sleep schedule, never interfering with Catherine's rest.

Catherine lay on her side, watching him. She held the position for so long that half her body went numb, but she still couldn't tear her eyes away.

An unknown amount of time passed before her phone screen suddenly lit up. Her eyes snapped open, and she grabbed it to check.

It was a news notification.

[SilverLeaf Industries CEO Secretly Meets Ex-Fiancée Late at Night. What Really Caused Their Wedding Day Cancellation?]

The headline was already gaining massive traction, trending within minutes.

Catherine tapped the notification. The photo showed the dazzling, opulent entrance of a downtown club under the night sky. Adelina stood on the steps.

Lance stepped out of a Maybach in a crisp, tailored suit, walking toward her.

The picture was dripping with tension, framing them like a pair of desperately in love star-crossed lovers separated by outside forces, overcoming all odds to meet in the dead of night—

Before retreating into the club together.

Click.

Catherine locked her phone, plunging the room back into darkness.

It seemed even darker than before, so pitch-black that spots danced in her vision.

The surrounding silence suddenly bred an unsettling anxiety in her chest...

Lance went to see Adelina?

Maybe.

What did it matter to her? They were just in a contract marriage, not a real one.

Harrell had invited Lance to a downtown club, planning to get him drunk and pry some truth out of him.

The first floor was a bar, the second held entertainment facilities, the third was a spa and sauna, and the fourth had hotel rooms and private theaters.

She stepped toward him, biting her lip, gazing up at him with teary eyes. "It's been... a long time since we saw each other."

"Is there a need for us to see each other?"

Lance countered coldly, "Don't show up in front of me unless it's important."

"It is important!" Adelina rushed to say, terrified he would just walk away. She stepped in front to block his path. "It has to do with Catherine. Can you give me just a few minutes?"

Lance pulled his hands from his pockets, rolling his wrists. "Let's go inside."

He strode into the club. A thrill of joy surged through Adelina, and she hurried to keep up.

A waiter led them to the private room. Pushing the door open, they were greeted by dozens of glasses lined up on the table.

A strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Half the glasses were already filled, with two empty bottles sitting nearby.

Seeing Lance walk in, Harrell's hand trembled, and he instinctively kicked an empty water bottle under the sofa.

"You made it—"

He didn't finish the sentence. When he saw Adelina trailing behind Lance, his face dropped.