Chapter 4

Donald stumbled back a few steps. Instantly, Catherine rushed over.

She kicked me hard in the shin.

"George, you bastard!"

"I actually felt bad for you because of our eight years together. I was going to ask Donald to let you stay here as a live-in housekeeper and my secret side-piece! How dare you lay a hand on him?"

She pinned me against the floor.

"Apologize to Donald right now! If you behave, you can still live here, be close to me, and see Theo!"

Her words made me want to throw up.

I spat on the floor. "In your dreams! I'm not serving either of you. I'm throwing you both out of my house!"

"Your house?" Catherine’s eyes turned malicious.

She grabbed my collar and shoved me against the wall.

"Those photos might be fake, but I didn't just show them to Theo. I showed them to your dad, too."

A cold smile crept onto her lips.

"Do you want to know how your dad reacted?"

Without waiting for me to answer, she continued, "Your dad said he didn't have a son so shameless. He said Donald and I were saints for taking care of Theo. So, he left all his money and this house to us in his will."

"You’re lying! My dad would never believe your garbage!" I roared.

"Of course he wouldn't believe it easily. But I had a great accomplice."

Catherine looked at Donald lovingly.

"After you went missing, your dad got paralyzed from a stroke. Donald got hired as his personal doctor."

"He spent two long years playing the perfect, caring doctor to win the old man's trust."

She laughed.

"And I did my part, too. At night, Donald and I were hooking up in your bed. During the day, I was the grieving, perfect daughter-in-law."

"We worked like a charm. Thanks to our hard work, your dad finally believed you were a cheating scumbag who ran away. He cried as he signed the company and this house over to me."

I glared at her with pure hatred. "Catherine, karma is going to get you."

Catherine was one of the first students my father had sponsored through his charity foundation.

Before my dad paid her tuition, Catherine had to work as a dishwasher at our family restaurant, eating leftovers from customers.

Once, she fainted from malnutrition. My dad saw her, felt sorry for her, and started paying for her college.

After graduation, she literally begged my dad for a job, saying she wanted to work for free to pay back his kindness.

My dad thought she was a grateful, sweet girl. He mentored her and introduced her to me.

How could she be such a monster?

Donald grabbed my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

"George, only fools believe in karma."

"Catherine and I were tired of being poor. We started planning this ten years ago just to get rich."

"Ten years?!" I gasped.

"So her working at the restaurant, begging for the job, marrying me... it was all a setup?"

"Duh!"

Donald raised his chin proudly.

"Your dad was our golden goose. Working for free was just the hook. Marrying you was our ticket to the wealthy life."

He shoved me back.

"Watching Catherine walk down the aisle to you in that white dress... I hated you so much."

"But to make it up to me, Catherine gave me your wedding ring. She even let me prescribe her some 'special meds' when she was pregnant with Theo."

"So that’s why she was constantly bleeding and almost died during labor?" My eyes widened in horror.

Donald laughed coldly. "Too bad she was tough. She survived."

Catherine looked a little guilty for a split second.

"I did care about you and your dad at first, George. But you guys were always so guarded. You wouldn't hand over the company to me early. I had no choice!"

I looked at my watch. Another hour had passed.

I stared at them.

Keep talking. Keep bragging about your secrets. I want to see how painful it is when your karma hits you a hundred times harder.

"Now you know everything, George. But what can you do about it?"

"We have the legally binding will. And Theo only loves me," Donald taunted. "You were only special because of your daddy’s money. In the end, you still lost to me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his face suddenly went pale. He grabbed my wrist, checking my pulse.

A second later, his brow furrowed.

"Your... your body..."