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    Katelyn instantly recognized the man who burst out of the car—it was Neil.

    His eyes, concealed with rage, locked onto her. As soon as he emerged, he grabbed Katelyn’s arm, clutching his phone tightly in the other hand.

    His expression was icy and menacing, his tone venomous.

    “I should have realized this sooner! How else could Vincent always have been your protector? How could you use me of cheating in front of all those reporters? You’ve betrayed me too.”

    Neil had woken up that morning and seen the reports. He had seen photos of Katelyn and Vincent entering a house together, which set off rms in his mind. It was nearly midnight—what else would a man and a woman be doing at that hour?

    Besides, Vincent always protected Katelyn when he was around her. Neil suspected that hispany had faced a crisis because Vincent was seeking revenge for Katelyn.

    Things shouldn’t have been like this!

    Katelyn should have chased after him, trying to change his mind by loving him, reminding him of what she had done for him in the past three years, and convincing him to return to her.

    He had even been prepared to give Katelyn a second chance.

    But now, he had clear evidence proving that he had been cheated on.

    Hearing his angry words, Katelyn thought Neil must be out of his mind.

    As for how Neil had found her current home address, Katelyn believed the credit should go to the paparazzi who had been following her.

    It was early morning, and here was Neil, causing a scene like a lunatic.

    Katelyn’s good mood waspletely shattered. She looked down, watching Neil’s hand grip hers tightly. Anger flickered in her eyes.

    Her voice was cold and sharp as she shouted, “Let go of me!”

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    Katelyn red at Neil, her eyes filled with disgust.

    Neil felt a sharp pain in his heart.

    Katelyn wasn’t supposed to look at him like that.

    In the photos covertly taken by the paparazzi, she and Vincent had exchanged affectionate nces, but now, Katelyn’s eyes showed nothing but disgust and impatience toward Neil.

    Neil was beyond furious. To put it inly, he had lost his mind when he saw those news reports.

    “You imed to love me, but you were unfaithful while we were still married. You cheap slut!”

    A cold look overtook Katelyn’s face. Without hesitation, she raised her right hand and delivered a sharp p across Neil’s face.

    The p resonated crisply, echoing its full strength. Simultaneously, she seized the opportunity to kick Neil’s leg.

    Neil frowned in pain.

    Katelyn retracted her arm, gazing at the red mark forming on his cheek. Her anger boiled over as she said coldly, “You should probably see a psychiatrist, you lunatic! I can’t believe a man who cheated on his wife has the nerve to question her so self-righteously.”

    When Katelyn had caught Neil in bed with Lise, she had decided to end the marriage. From that point on, they were meant to have nothing to do with each other.

    Yet Neil, still seething with anger, seemed to believe she still had feelings for him. Perhaps he expected her to want him back. Maybe he even thought she had engaged with Vincent just to make him jealous. Realizing this, Katelyn couldn’t help butugh at the absurdity.

    How shameless of Neil to assume she still held any love for him.

    A mix of cruelty and mockery flickered in Neil’s eyes. Clutching his cheek, he sneered.

    “So this is your love? It’s so cheap. Why did I ever marry someone like you? Have you forgotten how you professed your love for me over the past three years? You couldn’t wait to jump into bed with another man even before our divorce proceedings began.”

    Neil was visibly enraged.

    In Katelyn’s eyes, Neil had always maintained a certain charm, something that had initially drawn her to him.

    However, now, with his reddened eyes and harsh words, he seemed more like a lunatic. An arrogant smile crept across the corner of Katelyn’s mouth.

    “Did you ever think a day mighte when you would cheat on me?”

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