Catherine's POV
I stayed in my room for the remainder of the previous day, the door locked and my mind spinning. I kept trying to understand it all… how Lisa has been planning to divorce Richard. I didn't even come down for dinner, claiming a migraine, and surprisingly, no one had come to force me out.
But as the sun rose the next morning, I knew I couldn't hide forever. When I finally headed downstairs, I walked into the dining room and found everyone already gathered.
The moment my foot hit the hardwood of the dining room, Richard raised his head and a spike of panic hit my stomach. I gripped the back of a chair, fully expecting the hammer to drop.
I expected to be met with his mean stare but I was wrong. In fact, he looked like he had some good news to share today.
"Ah, Catherine," Richard called, his voice smooth and welcoming. "I've been waiting for you."
Hmmm. I don't think he's ever called my name with so much excitement before.
