42. The Resolution of The Misunderstanding

“But I’m his wife,” Kate told for the third time as she watched Cordelia cross her leg and sip her tea. “I believe you have mistaken my husband for someone else.”

“What was your name? Cat?” Cordelia placed her half-full cup of tea back on its saucer and then leaned back on the couch.

“Katherine,” Kate corrected.

“Well, let me tell you something, Katherine.” The older woman leaned forward, her eyes were sharp. “William is not married. You can call yourself his wife all you want but legally, you are nothing but his mistress while I am is his fiancé and we are going to be married in three months’ time.” She collected her purse and rose to her feet. “If you have any dignity left, you should call it off, break things up with him. No one likes a homewrecker.” Then without waiting for Kate to respond, she strode her way to the front door and left.

Kate continued to stare at the door even long after Cordelia had gone. She then glanced down at the cup and its saucer, the very evidence t