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Chapter 75
Catherine’s chest tightened as she stood in front of the property management company, her mind racing. She had already known that Shaun’s loyalty to her was fraying, but hearing the confirmation that he was letting Rebecca renovate the villa—his own home—was like a dagger to her heart. How could he do this? After everything they’d been through, all the sacrifices she’d made, he was giving it all to Rebecca, the woman who had almost taken her life, the one who had stolen everything from her.
A wave of nausea washed over her, but she fought it down. She couldn’t afford to lose control now. She had worked so hard to keep her composure, to not let Shaun’s betrayal tear her apart. But every little thing—like seeing Rebecca at the villa and then hearing about the renovation—made the weight of it all unbearable.
She could feel the cold medicine still lingering in her system, making her head spin. But Catherine was no stranger to pain and exhaustion. She had been through worse. She had to remind herself of that, otherwise, she might just collapse in front of the property management team. But her pride wouldn’t let her. She had to keep moving, keep going.
Catherine stepped outside, but her vision blurred, her legs feeling weaker by the second. She had to keep walking. She couldn’t break down now. Not for anyone, especially not for Shaun.
As she trudged forward, her mind spun with thoughts of Shaun’s hypocrisy. He had supported Rebecca, the very woman who had once tried to ruin her. What had Catherine been to him, then? Just a convenience, someone to warm his bed, someone to clean up after him, cook his meals. All the things he took for granted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a faint noise in the distance. A faint honking sound. She tried to focus, but her dizziness was increasing. A hand caught her elbow just in time, preventing her from stumbling forward.
“Catherine,” a familiar voice called softly. She looked up and found herself facing Wesley Lyons, his expression filled with concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently, his hand steadying her.
Catherine blinked, struggling to clear the fog in her mind. She hadn’t expected to see Wesley here, but his presence felt strangely comforting. “I—I’ll be fine,” she muttered, but her words lacked conviction. She knew she wasn’t fine. But she didn’t want to burden him with her mess.
Wesley didn’t let go of her arm, his gaze unwavering. “You’re not fine,” he said with a quiet certainty. “Let’s get you somewhere safe. You look like you need rest.”
Despite her hesitation, Catherine found herself nodding. She was exhausted, and everything felt like it was crumbling around her. Wesley had always been kind, and his steady presence gave her a brief reprieve from the chaos swirling in her mind.
He guided her to a nearby car, and they sat in silence for a moment, the weight of everything pressing down on her shoulders. She was torn between wanting to scream, wanting to break down in frustration, and needing the peace he offered, even if just for a little while.
As the car moved, she closed her eyes, feeling the cool air from the open window against her face. She didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, she was grateful for this brief escape from the storm.