The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 888

Katrina stared blankly, a dull ache throbbing in her chest.

It had been two months since they split. She thought she had already moved past the heartbreak, but a single glimpse from afar brought a tidal wave of memories crashing down on her.

When they were together, Naylor had been incredibly generous, constantly taking her to high-end boutiques and showering her with expensive gifts.

When they broke up, she offered to return everything.

But Naylor just coldly snapped, "I don't take back gifts. If you don't want them, throw them in the trash."

Not only that, but after the breakup, Naylor wired a million dollars directly into her bank account.

Confused, Katrina messaged him on WhatsApp, to which he sent back two ruthless words: "Breakup fee."

Truthfully, Naylor was furious. He couldn't fathom how things had been going so well, only for him to suddenly get dumped. He had a vague idea why, but Katrina's actions had still cut him deep.

It was because Katrina hadn't even given him the chance. She never flat-out asked if he was willing to get married. She just assumed he wouldn't and unilaterally kicked him to the curb.

So after typing "Breakup fee," without waiting for her reply, he tacked on: "All my exes get one. Don't flatter yourself. If you don't want it, give it to charity."

Those words shattered Katrina, reducing her to tears.

For a fleeting moment, she had dared to believe she was different from the girls in his past. Naylor's flippant message mercilessly crushed that illusion.

She was just another face in his long line of exes. Nothing special at all.

Now, watching her ex flaunt a new girl a mere two months later, his cruel words echoed in her mind. Tears slipped down her cheeks before she even realized she was crying.

Ivy instantly noticed her distress. "Katrina? Katrina?"

Following Katrina's gaze, Ivy looked out the window just in time to see a luxury sports car cruising down the street.

The make and model were unmistakable, and combined with her best friend's reaction, Ivy put the pieces together.

"Was that Naylor's car?" she blurted out.

Katrina snapped out of her daze and quickly composed herself. "Yeah. He was with his new girlfriend. They just walked out of a boutique."

Ivy's eyes widened in shock. "He has a new girlfriend already?"

"Is it really that surprising? It's been two months," Katrina said flatly.

But Ivy knew better. Katrina wasn't calm at all; she was completely tearing herself apart inside.

The angrier Naylor got, the more his focus drifted. He didn't snap out of it until his cousin shrieked, "Red light!" He slammed on the brakes just in time.

"What is wrong with you? Are you seriously still thinking about her?" his cousin gasped, her eyes wide with panic.

Naylor was a master at suffering in silence to protect his pride—which was exactly why he hadn't sought Katrina out once in two months.

Feigning complete indifference, he sneered, "Since when have I ever pined over an ex? I was thinking about work."

"Right," his cousin snorted, thoroughly unconvinced. "Whatever you say."

Naylor tightened his grip on the steering wheel, saying nothing.

That evening, as Jamison was in the middle of his daily bedtime story routine for the twins, Ivy nudged his shoulder. "Hey."

Dr. Ludwig frowned. "Do I not have a name?"

"Stop it." Ivy propped herself up despite her heavy belly, her eyes burning with curiosity. "Did Naylor get a new girlfriend?"

Jamison looked genuinely surprised. "Where did you hear that?"

"I was hanging out with Katrina downtown today, and we saw him from a distance. He was walking out of a designer store with his new girl."