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    It was Neil. His expression, as furious as Sharon’s, clearly indicated he was here for Lise.

    His re at Katelyn was particrly intense as he beckoned her.

    “Come outside. We need to talk,” he demanded.

    Katelyn, already weary from her earlier encounter with Sharon, met Neil’s gaze with a frown of impatience. She assumed he was here to discuss the divorce.

    After a moment’s hesitation, she followed him, unaware of the nce Vincent gave her from behind.

    They reached a secluded spot at the end of the corridor, a quiet ce ideal for private conversations.

    “Is this about the divorce?” Katelyn asked directly, hoping to address only that issue with him.

    Neil’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on her. “Did you know Lise was pregnant when you pushed her? Were you trying to harm the baby?” he used.

    Katelyn responded coolly, her eyes tinged with disgust. “Think before you speak. Lise isn’t even showing. How would I know?”

    Neil, voice icy, pressed further. “Then why target her stomach specifically? Was that all staged by her?”

    Katelyn retorted, growing increasingly repulsed by the conversation. She distanced herself, her voice firm. “Her being pregnant is actually good for both of us. I expect us to get divorced as soon as possible.”

    Neil, undeterred, dered, “It’s not going to be that easy to dismiss me. I’ll make sure you understand what I’ve endured.” His expression hardened as he stepped closer, a question burning in his eyes.

    “I need to know one more thing, Katelyn—are you really Iris?”

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    This question had been tormenting him for some time, driving him to the brink of desperation.

    Every time Neil presented what he thought was conclusive evidence, Katelyn deflected with a myriad of excuses and reasons.

    His doubts lingered, unresolved.

    Katelyn responded with a cool expression, “I’ve exined myself repeatedly. If you’re still confused, perhaps you should consult a doctor. Please, don’t bother me again.”

    Her tone softened slightly as she continued, “I want the divorce to proceed soon. If I change my mindter, it might be toote. Divorcewsuits take time. We might still be legally married when Lise has her child, which would render the baby illegitimate.”

    Neil clenched his fists, feeling conflicted and confused by his own emotions. The more Katelyn tried to distance herself from him, the more he resisted letting her go.

    “If you want a divorce, that’s fine. I’ll divorce you if—” he trailed off intentionally, leaving his sentence hanging to keep her attention.

    Curiosity piqued, Katelyn asked, “If what?”

    “If you admit you are Iris and promise there will be no romantic ties with Vincent post-divorce,” Neil stipted.

    Katelyn was momentarily astonished by his audacity.

    “What an absurd demand,” she remarked, touching her temples as if pained by his irrationality. “You might want to get your head checked. There’s definitely something off.”

    Their divorce would sever their tiespletely. Even if she and Vincent were to enter a rtionship afterward—though they weren’t—Neil would have no say as her ex-husband. What right did he have to make such demands?

    Neil’s face darkened as he stepped closer, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in—a proximity they hadn’t shared in a long time.

    “You’re leaving me because you’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?” he used, struggling to recall thest time they had been this close.

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