A One Night Mistake With The Cold Billionaire

Chapter Two: A Cracked Foundation

Katherine pov

I couldn’t stop shaking. My hands, cold and trembling, gripped my purse so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My body felt numb, like I was walking through fire, some nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.

The rain continued to pour, but it didn’t even faze me anymore. It felt like everything I knew—everything I trusted—was slipping away like sand through my fingers.

I had to get away. I needed to leave. I needed to breathe. But where would I go? There was no escape from the devastation that seemed to follow me like a dark cloud.

The moment I stepped into my parents’ house, the familiar warmth and comfort I once sought only made the wound in my chest feel deeper. It was like I didn’t belong here anymore. My own family had turned into strangers. I was a visitor in the life I once thought was my own.

I stumbled inside, my shoes squelching against the wet floor, and my mother looked up from the couch. Her face softened when she saw me, but it wasn't a concern I saw in her eyes. No, it was something colder. Something distant.

“What happened, Katherine?” she asked, her voice laced with a calmness that only made my anger rise.

“I saw them,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Felix and Diana... they were sleeping together”

The words hung in the air like poison, and I could already feel the tears pushing against my eyelids, threatening to spill.

But before I could break, she simply sighed. “Katherine, calm down.”

I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Calm down? How could I possibly calm down after what I had just witnessed?

After the betrayal that tore through my soul like a jagged knife?

I had always thought my family was my safe haven, my home. But standing here, facing my mother, who didn’t even seem remotely shocked or upset, made me question everything I had believed about love and loyalty.

“They’re in love with each other,” I whispered, my heart aching with every word. “They’ve been... they’ve been together all along.”

My mother’s face remained unchanged. “I’m sure you’re upset, but you need to remember, this kind of thing happens in families.”

I froze, my mind struggling to make sense of what she had just said. What did she mean by that? Families betray each other? Was that her way of explaining it? Was that her way of rationalizing the pain I was feeling?

I could feel my anger building, my body trembling with rage and disbelief. “You knew,” I choked out. “You knew about this... and you didn’t say anything?”

My voice cracked, the last shred of control slipping away. I was spiraling, drowning in my own confusion and heartbreak.

She looked at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. And then she finally spoke, the words slow and deliberate, as though she was trying to make sense of them herself. “Katherine, it’s not as simple as you think. Felix... he’s a part of this family now. And Diana... well, she’s your sister.”

Her words cut deeper than any betrayal. She was defending them. She was making excuses for their actions.

I could feel the bitterness rising in my throat as I took a step back, my body shaking uncontrollably. “And you just let it happen? You just... let it all fall apart?”

My mother didn’t respond. She simply looked away, as if avoiding my gaze was easier than facing the truth. And I couldn’t blame her. Because the truth was too much to bear.

I turned and stumbled down the hall, my hands clutching my chest, my heart pounding in my ears. I couldn’t breathe. I needed to get out. I needed to leave before I fell apart completely.

“Where are you going?” my father’s voice suddenly called from behind me. He had been standing in the doorway, watching silently, just like always. He never spoke up, never tried to stop anything. And now, his voice felt like another weight on my shoulders.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I had to escape before I lost myself completely.

I grabbed my coat from the hall closet and threw it on. The house felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me. I couldn’t bear to be in their presence anymore. I couldn’t stand the sight of their indifference.

“Don’t leave like this, Katherine,” my father said again, his voice softer now. But it didn’t matter. The damage was done.

I didn’t turn back to look at him. I didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. He hadn’t even tried to protect me. He hadn’t even warned me. Instead, he stood by, silent and complicit in the wreckage of my heart.

With my coat tightly around me, I walked out of the house and into the storm. The rain lashed at my skin, but I didn’t feel it. The cold didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. I was numb. Numb to the world, to the people I had trusted, to the man I had loved.

I kept walking, not knowing where I was going. The world around me blurred as my thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess. What was I supposed to do now? Where did I even belong?

I needed answers. I needed to find clarity. But all I could do was keep moving forward, as though walking away from everything would somehow fix it all.

It wasn’t long before I found myself standing outside a bar. The neon lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow onto the street. I didn’t know why I came here. Maybe I was looking for distraction, or maybe I just needed to forget, even for a few hours.

I hesitated at the door, my hand gripping the handle. It felt like the weight of the world was pushing against me, but I forced myself to walk in. The noise inside was overwhelming at first—the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, the low hum of music. I felt like a stranger in this place, out of place among the people who were laughing, drinking, living.

But I wasn’t living anymore. I was merely surviving.

I walked to the bar, ignoring the stares of the people around me. I wasn’t here to make friends. I wasn’t here to connect. I was here to drown my sorrows.

The bartender raised an eyebrow as I ordered a drink. “You sure you want that?” he asked, eyeing me warily.

I nodded without a word. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to explain. I just wanted to forget.

The drink burned as it slid down my throat, the warmth spreading through my chest, but it didn’t numb the pain. Nothing could numb the pain of betrayal. Not from Felix. Not from Diana. And certainly not from my own family.

I felt completely lost,the situation seemed deeper than I realised they had always favoured Diana but this was going too far,unless I was never theirs to begin with.