CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: WHO IS SARAH?

Catherine’s POV

All day long, I had been longing to do only one thing—confront Alexander. I had left the store earlier than usual and he had arrived home a few hours after I did. He was in the shower and my nerves could not sit still until I had unburdened every single load in my chest. And by load, I meant, Olivia Clarke.

The sound of the shower turning off and the subsequent silence made my heart race. I knew he would be coming out soon, and the conversation I had been dreading was about to begin.

When he stepped into the bedroom, still dripping wet, his facelooked relaxed but also wary. He looked at me, his eyes immediately locking onto mine, sensing something was off. The sight of him, tall and rugged, his body glistening from the shower, was both familiar and frustrating. I caught his eye, and he seemed to sense the tension, as if it hung between us like an invisible thread.

“Who is Sarah?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my efforts to keep it steady.

His brow furrowed i