Catherine liked to keep things real.
Adelina and Lance were always fighting, and somehow she always got caught in the crossfire. Honestly, she just hoped Adelina could chill out a little.
When the elevator doors slid open, Catherine stepped in and let out a long breath. If Adelina became Mrs. James for real, maybe she’d stop seeing Catherine as her personal enemy. Fewer arguments meant Catherine could finally breathe easy. She even found herself rooting for Adelina to have a couple of kids with Lance. It would make everyone’s life simpler, and Catherine would be genuinely happy for them.
As the elevator dropped, she felt that brief, weightless dip before everything settled.
Later, over lunch, her phone buzzed. Lorinda had sent a message about what Adelina said by the elevator.
“Couldn’t you have clapped back at her?” Lorinda wrote. She was practically vibrating with secondhand frustration, ready to go to battle for Catherine.
Catherine gave a small, resigned smile as she typed her reply. “If I do, she’ll only hate me more. Then she’ll get even more obsessed with my existence. Next time she and Lance fight, I’ll get dragged in again. I don’t want to be the tool Lance uses to get under her skin for the rest of my life.”
Being the ex always made you a sore spot for the new girlfriend.
Lorinda responded, “How do we break this cycle? If Adelina wasn’t so jealous, Lance wouldn’t pay you so much attention.”
Catherine replied, “Honestly, Adelina coming to Eldervale might not be so bad. Maybe she and Lance will make up soon, and he’ll move on. Problem solved.”
Lorinda sent a couple of sarcastic laugh emojis. “You’re so optimistic. Wish I could live in your dream world.”
But Catherine actually did feel like things were headed in the direction she wanted.
That afternoon, Lance asked her to book a table at one of Eldervale’s most popular restaurants.
When she drove out of the underground garage after work, she immediately spotted Lance’s Maybach parked at the corner. Adelina hopped into the front seat. Through the glass, Catherine could just make out Adelina leaning into Lance for a moment, all cozy. Then Adelina turned around and buckled her seatbelt like nothing happened.
Adelina bit her lip and glanced at Harrell, but he was buried in the menu, ignoring her completely.
A few minutes later, they finished ordering and handed their menus to the waiter.
Adelina broke the silence. “Harrell, what brings you to Eldervale? Things seemed fine back in Cabinda. Did you just follow Lance here?”
Lance leaned back, his arm draped over the back of his chair, fingers relaxed. The overhead light cast shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable.
Harrell glanced at him, picking up on the silent message to keep things vague.
“It’s work,” he said.
Adelina rolled her eyes. “Right. Because Eldervale is just desperate for more pediatricians.” She shot him a pointed look. “You know, you don’t have the best reputation. Why are you always chasing after Lance? If the media picks up on it and starts spreading rumors, it could really mess things up for him.”

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