로그인A gala, huh? How could I have forgotten about that?
A faint memory of the gala comes back to me, though I didn't attend it back then. I was too busy working.
“You forgot?” Monica's eyes widen. “Oh my God, Kate, how could you not remember? Don't even try to deny it. I know that look on your face.”
I flash her a sheepish grin. “You got me.”
“Good grief, Kate,” Monica says with a click of her tongue. “You have to a
Before entering the house, I take a deep breath, hoping I won't run into Paul. When I step inside, the place is pitch-black. Paul isn't back yet, and I couldn't care less where he is right now.I hurry to the guest room and stash the external hard drive and flash drives somewhere hidden. I have to keep everything secure. I can't let Paul catch a whiff of anything suspicious.Once everything is taken care of, I freshen up and lock the bedroom door before lying down on the bed. I stare at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.“How much longer can I keep getting through all this?”Over the next few days, I deliberately spend more time at the laboratory. I arrive earlier than usual and leave later.I'm doing it to avoid Paul, of course. And the good thing is, the formula I'm developing is progressing much faster—two formulas: one original and one substitute.During those same few days, Paul goes out of town with Monica. That gives me plenty of breathing room, allowing me to work more effic
A gala, huh? How could I have forgotten about that?A faint memory of the gala comes back to me, though I didn't attend it back then. I was too busy working.“You forgot?” Monica's eyes widen. “Oh my God, Kate, how could you not remember? Don't even try to deny it. I know that look on your face.”I flash her a sheepish grin. “You got me.”“Good grief, Kate,” Monica says with a click of her tongue. “You have to attend that event. You don't want to make a bad impression.”I fall silent for a moment, putting on the same neutral expression I always wear around Monica.“But I have to finish the formula, Monica. At least, that's what Paul asked me to do,” I say.“Well, Paul can't possibly attend the gala alone, can he? Are you sure you're not going?”I let out a tired sigh. “I don't know yet. I can't make that decision right now.”O
I let out a sigh of relief now that I've finally managed to reach an agreement with Benedict. Not a complete one yet, but at least it's a green light.Honestly, I'd been worried that the negotiation would be much more difficult. I thought he'd be meticulous and ask a lot of questions, then give me that look people get when they don't want to take risks without knowing all the details.But his reaction was different from what I'd expected. It was almost as if he was ready to help me, even if I were in hell itself.Even so, I can't stop wondering about Benedict's motives. There's something he's hiding from me.Calm down, Kate.At least now I have someone willing to help me secure my original formula. After this, there are still plenty of other things I need to think about.One problem down, ten more waiting.“Kate?”I flinch slightly at the sound of my name and look up at once. Monica?She's already pulled out the chair across from me, the same one Benedict occupied just a few minutes a
BENEDICT'S POVKate's firm question jolts me for a moment.She hasn't changed. She's still the Kaitlyn Russell I know. I don't care that she now carries the Goldman name.I lean back in my chair and force a casual expression. Inside, my heart pounds.“If… I can help you, what's in it for me?” I ask flatly, keeping my face unreadable. “No offense, but let's treat this as business, Mrs. Goldman.”“Kate,” she corrects immediately, her eyes flashing with displeasure. “Just Kate.”“Fine. So, what is it, Kate? You know there's no such thing as a free lunch.”Honestly, part of me hates acting as if I've lost all empathy.I know she's falling apart, even if she refuses to show it. Seeing Kate suffer hurts me.But I know exactly who I'm dealing with.If I suddenly offer her help without any reasonable explanation, I know what will happen.Kate will back away. A woman as intelligent as she will only grow suspicious of my intentions.I can't be reckless. I can't afford to lose Kate again.Kate l
Ben sits upright across from me, like an unyielding fortress that's impossible to bring down. His eyes are fixed on me, as though he's sizing me up.Honestly, his stare makes me uncomfortable.“I was in the neighborhood,” he says casually. “Then I saw you.”I look at him without showing the slightest interest. “Is that so?”“Is that so hard to believe?” One of his eyebrows lifts. “You think I'm stalking you?”“I don't know. But I don't have time to guess what your reasons are.”I don't want him sitting across from me any longer than necessary. I'd already ignored his previous message, and our last encounter had been enough to make me realize something.Benedict is a stubborn man who likes to accuse people without any solid evidence.Why would I become my husband's accomplice to spy on Benedict? His ego is through the roof.“I don't think there's anything else for us to discuss,” I say. “And I have no desire to revisit what happened before.”“I understand you didn't reply to my message
“Oh my God,” I mutter.Does he really think this short, rude message can make up for his cold rejection earlier?Or is this just another game Benedict is playing to test how desperate I am?What if he's just as manipulative as Paul—or even worse?“I don't need someone indecisive or a hypocrite, Benedict.”I swipe across the screen and delete the conversation along with his number. The message disappears instantly.“I've already lived with someone like that.”I toss my phone onto the nightstand, pull the blanket up to my chest, and close my eyes.Tonight, I choose not to respond. Starting tonight, I choose my own path and make my own decisions, without anyone's help.The next morning, Paul still doesn't come home. I don't need to wonder where he is.He's definitely with that 'client' of his







