Chapter 68 Nowhere To Go

• Cathy’s P.O.V
• The prenup stared back at me from the coffee table like it had eyes.
• I had opened it, yes. I had looked at the first page, at the neat columns of legal language and the cold formality of it all, and then something inside me had simply refused to go further. My fingers had gone cold the moment I touched it. Not the kind of cold that comes from the weather. The kind that starts somewhere in your chest and travels outward, extremely cold and missed with shock.