The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 299

Catherine was still wide awake, even though it was well past midnight. Tomorrow would be her first day at the new company, and she and Lorinda had only just moved into their place in Eldervale that afternoon.

They’d spent the whole day unpacking, turning the unfamiliar apartment into something that felt like home. Lorinda had already taken Jasper to bed, so Catherine was left alone, scrolling through files about the new branch and reading staff profiles, trying to get a sense of the people she’d be working with.

Back in Cabinda, before she left, Gavin had been blowing up her phone—text after text, call after call—all about Amanda. She hadn’t answered him once. She kept ignoring every attempt, until she accidentally picked up while fumbling with her phone, worried the ringing would wake Jasper, who had finally dozed off.

As soon as she heard Gavin’s drunken voice on the other end, she was ready to hang up. But then he said Lance’s name. Her hand froze in place.

“Gavin, you’re drunk.”

His words tumbled out in a messy slur. “I swear, I’m telling the truth. I know I screwed up. Please, just don’t ignore me. I… I just want to be friends, okay?”

Catherine didn’t have the energy to argue with a drunk tonight.

“Fine. We’re friends. You should go home and sleep it off.”

He latched onto her words. “You said it. So, as your friend, I have to warn you. Your competition for Lance isn’t just Adelina anymore. There’s that Harrell guy, too. I bet he likes Lance. Lance actually kicked me for him tonight. Don’t tell me Harrell’s turned him gay?”

Gavin’s words were scattered, half-finished, but Catherine was used to piecing together his nonsense. If she hadn’t already known Harrell’s story, she probably wouldn’t have understood a thing.

She set her phone aside, turned the volume down low, and tried to focus back on her work. Gavin’s voice kept drifting through the speaker, fading in and out. Eventually, the line went quiet, but the call was still connected. Catherine finally picked up the phone, ended the call, and headed to her room for bed.

The apartment, provided by the company, was a two-story duplex. Catherine had the downstairs bedroom, while Lorinda and Jasper were upstairs. The two of them had been asleep for ages. The whole place was silent.

But Catherine lay in bed, restless, turning over Gavin’s drunken words in her head. His voice wouldn’t stop echoing.

“Do you know, the first night you left, Lance came to the bar and drank himself stupid…”

She’d known Lance for years, and aside from official business dinners, he’d never been the type to hang out in bars. Maybe it was work tonight, she told herself.

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