All Chapters of Being Third Wheel In My Own Marriage: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damian doesn’t miss how Dawson’s eyes passed on Catherine the moment he spotted her. As a man, Damian understands Dawson’s look well.He still cares about Catherine.At this moment, Catherine lets out a light chuckle. As if laughing at herself, or at the world. Finally she stops her laugh, looking up at Annie slowly as cold words leave her scarlet lips: “After last night? He is not even a friend anymore.”Sulleness flashes through Maverick’s eyes.The evil amusement takes over Damian’s face.“What if he begs you for a second chance,” Damian cuts into the conversation so naturally and elegantly as if he has always been a part of it, “...for the sake of your years together?”Catherine opens her mouth like a stunned kitten as she watches Damian joining the table. Seeing her cute look, Damian’s smile widens.“Answer me, kitten,” Damian walks so close to Catherine, he could see himself in her eyes.As if stung by a painful memory, Catherine darts her eyes off Damian. In that split moment,

Noticing Maverick out on the street looking around. Catherine dashes into the first ATM vestibule she could find.She doesn’t understand Maverick, and she doesn’t care to anymore. She closed her heart toward him when he broke up with her out of nowhere and disappeared from her life.She didn’t want the breakup to turn ugly. After all, the three years’ good memory was real. But seeing this new Maverick since yesterday, Catherine is no longer sure who he really is.The perfect, gentleman-like caring boyfriend? Or the mean, cold-hearted nasty cheater?Either way, he is only in her past now. Life is too short to try only to fall into the same hole twice.No, second, chances.Catherine closes her eyes shut before Damian’s face could squeeze into her mind.Deposited the check, Catherine notified Victory the first thing before slipping down against the wall.She is drained.She has been bustling around ever since her father’s accident, exactly a month ago. She hasn’t even got a spare minute

Damian’s sharp eyes nailed on her, not buying it at all. She is lying....but her eyes are so luring that it almost feels like she is lying with the truth...Some bold whistles, along with gasps and whispers. Catherine ignores all that, taking Damian’s observing look calmly.Ava stares at the two people in disbelief, and only looks away when Damian’s eyes dart in her direction.A smirk crawls onto Damian’s face.He sees through Catherine’s lie after he sees Ava’s look--Everyone knows how he loved Ava for years, and how Ava has been with Killian for years, too. The hottest gossip these days remains how after breaking up with Killian, Ava only came back to get back with him, again.Damian came off as the pathetic backup in this story. Catherines knows that, and her offer, is pursuing him in front of Ava--Everyone knows how Ava used to be jealous of Catherine.Before Catherine’s epic fall, maybe still is. After all, Catherine, Bess and Ava were the three city princesses. The richest, m

Catherine doesn’t answer right away.Not likely. Even washed tattoos must leave some sort of a trace. Ink under the skin is not easy to get rid of, just like anything under one’s skin.For example, a woman.Damian waits, his eyes on her so sharp as if he could cut her open with those eyes and get the answer himself.“...no,” Catherine turns to him, her voice light but calm.She’s not lying.Damian feels a tremendous wave of disappointment washing over him. What did he expect? That Catherine could be that woman? Or it’s because...He wants her to be?“You are looking for someone,” Catherine states, not asking, glancing at Damian with indifferent eyes, “a biker with a collarbone tattoo?”Damian doesn’t answer her, real darkness occupying his eyes this time.“I can ask around for you if you want,” Catherine offers, her tone so light it almost sounds cheering, “who is she?”Damian glances at Catherine with a frown. Her cheering tone stings him. Is Catherine THAT happy to see his attention

Seeing how he handled himself in front of Ava, all the way into details like putting his hand on her waist, Catherine intends to assume that he is faking drunk.But, he is the daddy with sugar now, one that has her fate in hand.Catherine puts on a perfect smile, putting the man-child in his seat before taking the steerwheel.Lived her biker days well, Catherine knows the city well into detail. Though went only once, she remembers well where Damian’s loft is.Few cars on the street at night. Catherine sets her biker’s free spirit free with only one hand on the wheel, the other elbow on the winder, enjoying the night breeze hitting her face.Damian is quiet, a light frown on his face with his eyes closed. When there are no mean words out of those lips, Catherine actually likes him more. She glances at him as she hits the brake with a swift turn.The frowning on Damian’s face deepened.Her heart tightens at his frowning. She didn’t think but the alcohol in his stomach obviously not agre