After sending her back to the hotel, Peter went back to his work. Katherine took a bath and called for room service so she could have her favorite food. When she was done enjoying herself, she killed time by lying on the bed.
Marshall and Peter should be in the conference by now. Katherine looked outside the window and squinted, remembering the woman beside Marshall that night. Even though they didn’t say a word to each other, it was as if a big fight had broken out between them. Katherine could feel the woman’s belligerence toward her, and she knew Marshall could feel her enmity toward his companion. Why else would he scoff at me and snort when nobody was looking?
That memory vexed her. When dusk had arrived, Peter told her they were at the banquet. Katherine sat up and replied, ‘Okay.’
She felt smug, for having a spy there made it convenient for her. Then, she went to pick a dress and took her time doing her makeup. Doing makeup wasn’t an easy thing, and Katherine dragged it out. Thanks to that, it took her one hour before she exited the hotel all dolled up as she slowly walked on her high heels.
Peter had sent her the location, so Katherine hailed a ride there. The banquet was held in a luxurious restaurant, and every guest needed to show their invitation card before admittance was allowed. Katherine had nothing like that, but she wasn’t in a hurry either, so she took a stroll outside and sat beside a flowerbed nearby.
The flowers were blooming inside, so Katherine plucked one and put it above her ear. A moment later, she started smiling.
After sitting there for a while, Peter messaged her, telling her to wait at the hotel’s front door. She couldn’t enter the banquet hall, but not the hotel, so she came to the front door a while later. Peter was waiting for her, but from the looks of it, he drank a lot. “Why did you drink so much?” She smiled.
Peter couldn’t smile back at her. “I think we were set up.”
“Is that so?” She arched her eyebrow.
Peter reeked of alcohol. “I think they’re here for your ex-husband. Come with me. I don’t think I can do this myself.”
Katherine was surprised. “What do you mean?” Peter took her into the hotel without any explanation. Since Katherine was all dolled up, and Peter obviously came from the banquet hall, the waiter didn’t stop them.
Instead of taking her to the lobby, he took her to a waiting room. Then, he told her to stay here while he went outside to settle something.
Katherine wasn’t going to agree to that. “You expect me to wait? I’m here to mess things up, so how should I do that if I wait?”
Peter looked serious. “I don’t have time to explain, so just listen to me and stay here.” Then, he left the room.
Katherine glared at him, but she listened to his advice and stayed inside. The waiting room was decked out with a sofa and a table that had snacks on it. She went to the windowsill and looked outside, the traffic unfurling before her. A few moments later, someone opened the door.
Instead of looking back to see who it was, she sighed. “You’re back,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to wait, you hear me? I want that woman to suffer! She must feel the pain! I mean, I’m rich, so I can’t just take that hit lying do-” Before she could finish, someone leaned against her, and he reeked of alcohol. Katherine almost jumped, but before the scream could escape her mouth, she swallowed it back once the person talked.
“Is that you, Katherine?” Marshall asked, and at the same time, he tried to undress her. Katherine’s dress was easy to take off anyway.
Katherine turned around to push him away. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong with you? Stop-” When she saw Marshall though, she stopped, for he looked obviously off.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was drenched in sweat. He had no time to explain, so Marshall held her shoulder and kissed her.
Katherine was shocked, for Marshall looked so similar to the night they were divorced, but she thought having sex here was a bit inappropriate. It wasn’t that Marshall cared though, for he tore her dress apart easily.