Chapter: 154

Despite her reluctance to accept it, the evidence was undeniable. The chair she remembered so clearly, now a prop in her rival's lavish lifestyle.

“Kaitlin, if you're still in doubt, why not drop by Alan's? You'll see my sister living it up in luxury," Lilliana suggested smoothly.

Lilliana folded her arms, a challenge flickering in her eyes. "If you know what's good for you, stop bothering Alan. Better yet, consider getting rid of the baby. It would be a pity for the child to be born fatherless."

Kaitlin's gaze hardened as she looked at Lilliana's spiteful face, as repulsive as her sister's. "Shut up!"

Caught off guard, Lilliana hadn't anticipated Kaitlin's boldness and couldn't sidestep in time.

The slap struck her sharply across the face, leaving a red mark.

"You hit me? How dare you!"

"I sure did! You and your cruel sister dare to curse my child? I'm warning you-if I see you around here again, I'll call the cops! This is harassment, and I'll get the best lawyer to see you jailed!"

Stunned by Kaitlin's fierce outburst, Lilliana had no doubts about her resolve.

Facing arrest would ruin her.

Flustered, Lilliana muttered some final words before retreating.

"Kaitlin, you're just deceiving yourself. If you doubt me, just visit Alan's house this instant and see with your own eyes! I won't sink to your level, but you'll regret today's choices!"

Kaitlin's eyes narrowed, her hand twitching as if she might slap her again. With that, Lilliana turned and dashed away, her heart pounding.

Once alone, Kaitlin took several deep breaths to steady herself.

The image that Ashley had shared online replayed in her mind, fueling her growing distress.

Resolute, she changed her attire and hailed a taxi to Alan's residence-a place she hadn't set foot in since their divorce.

When she first settled into her new home, she was filled with joy, believing it heralded the start of a joyful chapter in her life.

However, she was soon to discover that those days would grow oppressively burdensome, culminating in her profound heartache.

Kaitlin paused at the doorstep before finally pressing the doorbell.

The familiar butler welcomed her with a polite smile. "Mrs. Hewitt, you're finally back."

As Kaitlin stepped in, her face clouded over. "Please, don't call me Mrs. Hewitt. Who knows who will be Alan's wife?"

Her entry was immediately greeted by a splash of red.

Ashley turned around, her wine glass aloft in a casual salute.

"Kaitlin, you're the last person I expected to see."