Chapter Ninety-eight

Catherine's POV:

Since Michael left, I had not quite gotten myself. I couldn't go up to his room even when he had asked me to wait there for him.

I kept checking on the kids to see if they were sleeping safely, then I walked outside, over to the few guards who were left to man the Palace and when I asked them what was wrong, they refrained from telling me at all.

I decided to take a seat on the cane chair directly at the porch of the Palace, swinging my foot from side to side as I waited for the gates to be pulled open, for Michael's car to drive in.

I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones that it wasn't just an attack. It was worse than that. How had today turned sour all of a sudden? I'd wanted to spend the night with Michael, talking about the whole party and how the divorce papers were found but it seemed like the universe had something else in stock for us.

I leaned back into the seat and slowly, tiredness creeped in. Even though I'd slept