The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 90

Talking to Gavin was honestly pointless. There was no way to get rid of him, so Catherine figured she might as well just get this over with. She grabbed a blouse from the rack, didn’t bother trying it on, and when Gavin got distracted, she hurried to the register and paid for it. By the time he realized what happened, she already had the bag in hand and was out the door.

She made a beeline for the mall’s exit, but as she passed a shop filled with newborn supplies, something made her stop in her tracks. All those tiny clothes, baby shoes, and soft little toys caught her eye and pulled her in. She’d always wanted to buy things for her child, but had told herself she’d wait until after she left Cabinda. That plan kept getting pushed back.

Gavin caught up, spotting her hovering at the baby store’s entrance. He looked her up and down, curiosity written all over his face. “You’re not pregnant, and you don’t have kids. What’s got you interested in baby stuff?”

Catherine blinked, realizing what she was doing. “It’s for my best friend’s baby,” she said quickly.

She tried to walk away, but Gavin grabbed her arm and steered her right into the shop. “Come on, if you’re seeing your best friend after a trip, you have to bring a gift. Let’s check things out.”

Before she could shake him off, they were already inside. A sales associate noticed them and came right over, smiling brightly. “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

“No, it’s really—” Catherine started, but Gavin jumped in.

“We’re buying a gift for a friend,” he said. “You’ll have to ask my wife. She’s the expert.”

The sales associate’s eyes lit up. She turned to Catherine. “Is it for a mom-to-be or a newborn? If the baby's already here, is it a boy or a girl?”

Catherine was too distracted by the adorable displays to correct Gavin. “A boy,” she said, glancing at the shelves. “I’d like to pick out some clothes and maybe a toy or two.”

Every time Catherine thought about the baby, her mood brightened. Even picking out clothes for Lorinda’s child made her feel unexpectedly happy. She smiled without even realizing it when she found a set she liked. Pulling out her phone, she took a few photos and sent them to Lorinda, letting her pick.

Just as she finished, her phone rang. Without even checking who it was, she answered.

“We finally have some time to shop, so don’t hold back. Pick whichever one you like,” she said, her voice light and happy, blending with the mall’s gentle background music.

But the voice on the other end was anything but pleased.

“Is it really so rare? I guess with Gavin looking out for you, you suddenly have all the time and guts to sneak out shopping behind my back.”