The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 708

"Yes, ma'am," the driver replied.

The car, which had just pulled out of the community, executed a smooth U-turn and headed back.

From a short distance away, Adelina watched the car pull away. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Keep a close eye on Belinda. Report her every move to me."

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Catherine spent the entire morning unable to shake the feeling that a chill was creeping down her spine.

Lance had sent her a few pictures of Lanny, but instead of bringing her joy, the images only amplified her gnawing anxiety.

The second work ended, she slammed her foot on the gas, tearing down the highway toward home as fast as possible.

Pulling up to the gates of Ocean Bay, she stepped out and immediately spotted Susan and Alexa bustling around the kitchen.

Glancing toward the sunroom, she caught sight of Lance basking in the afternoon light with Lanny.

The little guy was sprawled comfortably across Lance's chest, bundled up in a bright yellow chick onesie and tiny white socks. His chubby little hands gripped the edge of Lance's shirt.

It was a picture of perfect, domestic harmony.

The suffocating weight in Catherine's chest finally began to lift.

She slipped through the side door into the sunroom, treading lightly to avoid making a sound.

But she hadn't taken three steps before Lance's eyes snapped open, locking onto her.

"You're back," he murmured, his hand gently patting Lanny's diapered bottom.

Catherine pressed a finger to her lips, warning him not to wake the baby.

She nodded toward the dining room, signaling that it was time for lunch.

Lance didn't move. "Catherine, you still haven't answered my question."

"What question?" she whispered back, keeping her voice low. "We can talk about it later."

She remembered exactly what he was talking about. The other night, Lance had asked her to consider tearing up The Marital Agreement.