Chapter 3: I am going to sue her

Kathleen knocks and walks into her father's study. Her heart skips when she sees his lean figure behind his desk bent over the laptop screen before him. She hesitates by the door, weighed down by guilt and insecurities. 

Is her father mad at her? 

They haven’t spoken since she got married to Devon. She can’t believe she choose Devon over her family, but that is what love can do to you sometimes. 

Kathleen walks up to the big oak desk, and stands before her father’s bent frame, her expression nervous. 

“Dad!”

She sees her father stiffen at the sound of her voice, and waits with her heart beating in her chest for him to respond. 

Nothing happened.

Disppointed, Kathleen turns to leave. 

As her body turns away from her father, the older man raises his head and stares in the direction of his daughter. “Welcome home, Kathleen,” he says softly. 

Kathleen steps falters, and she almost crumbles to the ground in relief. Holding herself together, she turns around and says. “Thanks dad.” 

But her father has returned to what he was doing. 

They have never been affectionate with esach other. Ever since her mother died, her father became cold. 

Kathleen misses the warm man he used to be. 

After saying hello to her father, Kathleen retires to her side of the estate, and went straight to bed, desiring to forget everything that hasppened. 

Unfortunately, sleep eluded her. She spent the rest of the night turning restlessly on her bed, by the time morning came she was ecxhausted. 

Morning found Devon in his office aggitated over the man he saw his ex-wife with yesterday. He couldn’t let it go. His ego wouldn’t let him. 

What would people think if they realise his wife was cheating on him while married to him. 

A soft knock sounds on his door, and it opens, admitting his friend, Marc, his tall frame strides toward Devon with a smirk pulling at one corner of his lips. 

“Hey! You are in early!” He says jovially, something that is unusual for his best friend. 

Devon ignores his best friend. 

Seeing the look on Devon’s face, Marc loes his smile, and stares at his best friend with a concerned look. “What is it?” 

Having arrived at a decision, Devon flies to his feet. “I am going to sue her,” he mutters to himself, and leaves the office, with Marc staring after him like he has lost his mind. 

To cheer Kathleen up, Joe decides to take her shopping, and to the spa. 

While Kathleen had her facials and nails done, Joe sits in the lobby pouring over business emails, and ignoring admiring looks from passerbyes. 

His phone rings, and he takes it out of his pocket. 

“Hello,” he greets the person on the other side, his deep voice vibrating into the phone. 

“Good morning Mr Blackwell,” Joe’s secretary says into the phone. “A marcel address to Ms Kathleen just arrived to the office.” 

“Does it say who it is from?” 

“Mr Cross.” 

Joe stiffens at the mention of his sister’s ex name. His expression hardening. His fist around his phone tightened. What does that imbecile want? He growls into the phone, his expression furious. 

“Excuse me!”

Joe blinks back his emotions, getting himself under control. This is so unlike him to loose control like this, but the man his sister married rubs him the wrong way. 

Maybe because the man had that which he couldn’t have, and didn’t treat it well. 

“Put the parcel on my desk. I will take a look when I come in.” 

Joe had delayed going into the office to take care of his younger sister. He had seen the gloom and sadness on her face this morning and decided to do something to cheer her up, even though most of him doesn’t believe the fool she married deserve a single tears from the brunette. 

“Hey!” Kathleen calls out with a cheerful smile as she walks out to the lobby, looking transformed. Her wavy strands looks glossier, and falls down her oval shape face in soft waves, her face looks glowy and there was a bounce to her step. 

Joe, still holding his phone to his ear stares at his sister entranced by her beauty. It is been so long since he saw her glow with happiness on her face. 

Kathleen stops before Joe, and frowns a little when she sees him staring. “What? Does it not look good?” She touched the highlight she added to her hair self conscoiously. 

Joe snaps himself out of his frozen state to smile politely at his sister. “You look beautiful,” he says honestly. 

Kathleen’s heart skips at Joe’s compliment, and she looks away shy. “Thanks,” she mutters staring at the ground. 

“Any plans?” Joe asks getting to his feet. 

Kathleen’s face snaps back to his, and she was back to herself. I was thinking of paying Santana and Chloe a visit. 

Santana and Chloe are Kathleen’s best friends, whom she hasn’t spoken to in a while. 

“I will drop you off, then leave for work.” 

“Thanks.” 

The two head towards the entrance. As they cross the revolving door leading to the outside, a woman heading in their direction accidentally collides into Joe as she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. 

Reacting on instinct, Joe catches the woman before she could fall to the ground, and when the woman looked up to see who her saviour was, her eyes widens when she sees how gorgeous he looks. 

Watching the woman in her brother’s arms, looking at him enamoured, Kathleen feels something weird. 

A feeling she would liken to jealousy, but quickly dismisses as absurd. 

She waits slightly impatient as the woman thanks her brother profusely, before boldly asking for his number. 

Kathleen stiffens as she waits to see what Joe would do. 

Flattered by the woman’s interest and her confidence, Joe politely turns her down. He is a very busy man and hardly has time to date. 

The woman’s expression falls for a second, and then brightens immediately. “Hold on a second,” she says, and roots inside her bag for something. She comes away with a piece of paper and a pen. She quickly jots her number on the paper and hands it to Joe. 

“Call me if you changes your mind,” she winks and walks away. 

Kathleen frowns when Joe slips the number into his pocket. She storms off, sulking. She doesn’t wait for Joe to open the door for her, but opens it herself and enters. 

She relaxes against the seat, arms folded across her chest, her expression unhappy. 

Joe joins her a few minutes later, and when he looks in her direction he finds her pouting. “Is something wrong?” He questions softly. 

Kathleen ignores him, still mad at him for taking the woman’s number. 

Not forcing the issue, Joe turns away to start the car. 

As he drives off, Kathleen turns to him with annoyed eyes. “Are you going to call that woman?” She demands harshly. 

Not reacting to the anger in Kathleen’s voice, Joe answers simply. “No.”