After divorce ch 4

Chapter 4 Was It Her?
Reynold didn’t say a word, but the veins on his forehead were already bulging.
Catherine must have had a death wish.
“Catherine, I swear I’ll make you regret this one day!”
“Sorry, you won’t get the chance!”
“Catherine!”
The call abruptly ended.
Reynold, who was on the verge of exploding, was left speechless when he heard the busy tone.
Catherine!
…
Catherine, meanwhile, had already arrived at her best friend Laura Moore’s apartment. As soon as she hung up the phone, Laura burst into laughter and gave her a big thumbs-up. “Cath, you nailed it! I bet he’s absolutely livid right now!”
Catherine sighed, realizing that in the past, her love had been so selfless and submissive that it made him feel untouchable.
Now, she finally understood—before you love someone else, you have to love yourself first.
Especially as a woman, self-love must come first.
Laura chimed in, “Three years ago, that Evelyn ran off the moment she found out Mr. Parker was in a car accident and fell into a coma. But Mr. Parker, that ungrateful man, woke up and went straight back to chasing her. Men like him are useless. The sooner you divorce him, the better!”
Catherine unwrapped a candy and popped it into her mouth. The sweetness seemed to mask the bitterness in her heart. “Laura, I guess this is what they mean by the difference between being loved and not.”
“The ones who are loved have nothing to fear, while the unloved live in constant fear.”
Laura glanced over and noticed that Catherine had already eaten a pile of candies.
Pulling Catherine to her feet, Laura declared, “Cath, you’ve got to cheer up! You’ve only lost a little bit now, but you’ll gain so much more in the future. Tonight, I’m booking eight male models for a wild single-ladies’ party!”
Catherine couldn’t help but laugh, holding her forehead in mock exasperation.
Just then, Laura reached out and snatched the black-framed glasses off Catherine’s face, tossing them straight into the trash.
Catherine reached for them. “My glasses!”
Laura stopped her. “Cath, you’ve been buried in research for too long, hiding behind those glasses. You should take a page out of Evelyn’s book—make yourself look stunning!”
Catherine thought of how her parents used to call her the ugly duckling, while Evelyn was their swan.
She suspected that not only her parents, but even Reynold must have seen her as an ugly duckling.
Laura grabbed Catherine’s hand and pulled her toward the door. “Let’s go shopping! We’ll get your hair and nails done and buy you a new wardrobe. I want Reynold to open his eyes wide and see just how beautiful you really are!”
As they headed out, Laura suddenly remembered something. “Oh, Cath, after the divorce, are you not going to take any of Mr. Parker’s money?”
Catherine replied calmly, “I have my own money.”
“So you’re just going to let Evelyn spend his money? She’ll be thanking you for that!”
…
“What about the card Mr. Parker gave you?”
Reynold was always generous. He’d given Catherine a black card embossed with gold, though she’d never used it.
Catherine pulled the card out of her bag and winked mischievously. “Well, tonight’s expenses are on me, but Mr. Parker is footing the bill.”
…
Later that evening, at 1996 Bar …
The 1996 Bar was infamous in Havendor for draining wallets. It was a playground for the city’s wealthy heirs, with non-stop music and dancing.
In a dimly lit luxury booth, Reynold sat in the center, exuding an aura of authority. He was dressed in a black shirt and matching trousers, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms and a steel watch worth millions on his wrist. His strikingly handsome appearance made him the object of countless glances from women across the bar.
Beside him was his good friend Benedict Fletcher, heir to the Fletcher fortune, along with a group of other wealthy second-generation elites.
Benedict burst out laughing. “What? Catherine wants to divorce you?”
The others joined in. “Everyone knows Catherine’s obsessed with Mr. Parker. She was practically begging to marry him even after he became a vegetable. Divorce? No way!”
“Let’s make a bet on how long Catherine can hold out before running back to Mr. Parker.”
Benedict grinned. “I bet she won’t even make it through today. She’ll text Reynold any minute now, begging to reconcile!”
Reynold’s chiseled features turned cold, his expression dark and sharp. He wasn’t in a good mood.
He pulled out his phone and opened his WhatsApp chat with Catherine.
Their last conversation was from the previous night. Catherine had sent a picture of a bowl of beef stock with the caption: “Honey, your bone density is back to normal, but you should still drink more beef stock. Come home early, okay?”
Scrolling further up, the chat history was filled with messages from Catherine—daily messages.
But Reynold had never replied. Not once.
Tonight, however, there was silence. No messages from her.
Reynold felt an inexplicable irritation creeping in.
Ring!
A text notification lit up his screen.
Benedict immediately exclaimed, “It’s got to be Catherine texting Reynold!”
Ring! Ring! Ring!
More texts came flooding in.
The group of wealthy heirs roared with laughter. “We knew it! Catherine couldn’t hold back! She’s probably begging now!”
Benedict urged, “Reynold, check what she said. I bet she’s crying and asking to get back together!”
Reynold’s sharp, handsome brows furrowed slightly. Was it her?