The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 154

He looked her up and down, then his eyes just stopped on her. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then he swallowed and said, “You’ve put on some weight.”

Catherine straightened up, trying to play it cool, even though her heart skipped a beat. She had gained ten pounds in the past month. Her arms and legs looked about the same, but her figure was definitely fuller now. None of her old pants fit. The waistbands were too tight and her hips just wouldn’t squeeze in no matter how hard she tried.

During her short stint in the logistics department, she’d bumped into a few people she used to work with. They all noticed the change and didn’t hesitate to say something. Now even Lance had picked up on it.

“It’s just, you know, getting older, metabolism slows down. Sitting in an office all day doesn’t help either,” she mumbled, hoping he’d buy it.

Lance didn’t seem to care. He just made the comment and moved on, not giving her weight a second thought.

As the city lights flickered on, a streetlamp shone down on Catherine. Her face looked soft and rosy in the glow, her dark hair shining. Honestly, she looked better than when she was thinner.

Lance looked away, tossed his jacket over his arm, and walked past her toward the villa. Just small talk, nothing special, but Catherine’s heart was pounding in her chest.

When she heard the door open and close behind her, she finally let herself breathe. She got back in her car and headed home.

The weather was supposed to warm up that week, so Catherine dug through her closet, trying on every outfit she owned. Nothing fit anymore. Frustrated, she made plans with Lorinda for some weekend shopping and decided they’d also swing by the hospital to visit Patty.

Lorinda was already back at work, streaming every day, her schedule completely flipped upside down.

“I haven’t slept with Jasper for two nights now,” Lorinda sighed, her voice full of longing every time she mentioned her little boy. She hated feeling like she was just a mom on paper. She always planned to spend as much time with him as possible, to actually be there for him.

But with Patty sick, she’d had no choice but to go back to work early. The guilt was obvious on her face, even though she was usually the type who could handle anything.

Jasper was already over three months old. The little red, wrinkled face he was born with had filled out into soft, chubby cheeks you just wanted to pinch. He was at that perfect age where everyone adored him, and Lorinda wished she could spend every minute by his side.

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