CHAPTER HUNDRED-EIGHTEEN: NEW CONTRACT

Catherine’s POV

The warm steam from the shower clung to my skin as I stepped out, a sense of peace washing over me. It had been three months since that dreadful night when Olivia had tried to kill me, and yet here I was—alive, safe, and feeling a strange sense of relief. Alexander had been doing therapy, and it was working. I could see the change in him. But beneath that relief, a small part of me still nursed the fear that the other shoe could drop at any moment, especially since Simon, was nowhere to be found. But today, I managed to shove that fear aside.

I tied a towel around my body, the soft fabric absorbing the droplets of water clinging to my skin, and wrapped another towel around my dripping hair. Humming a tune that had been stuck in my head all day, I walked over to the mirror, catching a glimpse of my own reflection. For the first time in a long time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I called out, still smili