My Billionaire Husband Gifted me a Surrogate for Christmas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 69

Cathy's P.O.VI took my time, applying foundation, contouring my cheekbones, adding a subtle smoky eye that made my eyes look bigger and more dramatic. I finished with a bold red lipstick that matched the dress.When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She looked confident, powerful, beautiful. She looked nothing like the plain, obedient dog Xavier had described.But I wasn't done yet. I pulled a long black coat from my closet and slipped it on over the dress, buttoning it up so that Xavier wouldn't be able to tell what I was wearing underneath. So he wouldn't be able to figure out what my intentions were.I grabbed my purse, checking to make sure I had my phone, my wallet, and my keys. My heart was pounding now, adrenaline rushing through my veins.I took one last look at myself in the mirror. "You can do this," I whispered to my reflection. "You're not who he thinks you are."Then I turned and walked out of the guest room, my heels cli

Cathy’s P.O.VThe prenup stared back at me from the coffee table like it had eyes.I had opened it, yes. I had looked at the first page, at the neat columns of legal language and the cold formality of it all, and then something inside me had simply refused to go further. My fingers had gone cold the moment I touched it. Not the kind of cold that comes from the weather. The kind that starts somewhere in your chest and travels outward, extremely cold and missed with shock.I leaned back against Hunter's sofa and pressed the back of my head into the cushion, staring up at the ceiling. The mug of tea sat half finished on the table. The city outside the window buzzed and glittered, completely unbothered.My mind drifted back to earlier. To the moment before I left the house, when I had slipped back upstairs into the bedroom I used to share with Xavier. The guest room was where I slept now, but I had tiptoed into that old room like I had no right to be there anymore. Like a stranger, a thie

Cathy’s P.O.VShe took her life. That statement kept repeating in my head over and over, like a broken tape recorder.She killed herself, ended her life because of a worthless man, because of a man who took advantage of her love and devotion.I turned it over in my mind slowly. Sophia. A girl I had never heard of. A girl who had existed, loved, and suffered, all before I ever walked into Xavier's life. And he had never once let her name pass his lips in my presence."What happened to her, how did she even kill herself without no one seeing her, no one to rescue her?" I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper.Hunter looked at me carefully, the way someone looks at another person before delivering news that cannot be taken back once it is spoken. He took a slow, deep breath and delivered the devastating news."Her body was found in her dorm room," he said. "In the bathtub. Both her wrists had been slit."I stopped breathing for a second."And beside her," Hunter continued, his voice

Cathy’s P.O.VThe Dalton mansion looked the same as it always did in the morning light.It looked cold, grand and perfectly arranged, like a painting that existed only to impress people who were passing by. The stone driveway curved wide and the hedges on either side were trimmed so precisely they looked almost artificial. I had driven through this entrance hundreds of times and never once felt like I was coming home.This morning felt no different.Except that it did, because the moment I rounded the bend in the driveway and the front of the house came fully into view, I saw it.A third car.Parked beside Xavier's and behind Caroline's rental, tight against the left side of the drive, was a sleek black vehicle I recognized without needing to read the plates. I had seen that car pull up to enough family dinners and formal events to know exactly who it belonged to.Lydia Dalton.My stomach tightened before my brain had even fully processed it. I pulled up slowly and sat in the car for