My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 200: Don’t Worry About Her

Katherine’s gaze fixed on the television as the news anchor’s voice droned on in the background. Miranda’s face filled the screen again, the familiar features now cold and ghostly under harsh camera lights. She looked disheveled, her hair a mess, her mouth drawn in that familiar defiant smirk that used to slither beneath Katherine’s skin like a poison. Now, that smirk appeared pathetic, a cracked mask under pressure.

Beside her, Maya pressed into her side, eyes wide with innocent curiosity, while Nathan crouched in front of the television like it might reveal some secret answer. Katherine couldn’t even blink. Her limbs felt heavy, and her mind kept looping the same phrase: It’s Miranda.

The doorbell rang.

Katherine didn’t move. The sound felt far away, like it belonged in someone else’s house.

"I’ll get it!" Maya chirped, already darting toward the door.

Katherine turned her head slightly, dazed.

The door creaked open. "Uncle Leonard!" Maya squealed. "Come in quick! The meanie auntie is on TV!"

Leonard?

Katherine sat up straighter just as Nathan ran to join his sister. "Yeah! Come see! She’s on the news!"

Leonard let himself be pulled inside, confusion etched across his face as he looked down at the children tugging his hands. "Meanie auntie?"

But the moment he stepped into the living room and caught sight of the television, he stopped mid-step.

Miranda’s image flickered across the screen again.

Leonard didn’t speak. His mouth pressed into a hard line. He didn’t look shocked. Not even surprised. Just grim.

Katherine watched him carefully from her spot, her heart thudding louder now, even over the anchor’s commentary. Her eyes narrowed. That expression on Leonard’s face, that wasn’t a man blindsided. That was a man who knew.

Still, his features softened when he looked at Maya.

"That lady did something very wrong," he said evenly. "And now the world is finding out about it. That’s what happens when you keep doing bad things... you eventually have to deal with the consequences."

The twins accepted the explanation with innocent ease.

"So she’s going to jail?" Nathan asked, squinting up at him.

"Yes," Leonard said, then patted the boy’s shoulder. "But you don’t need to worry about her."

Soon enough, they grew bored of the news and shifted to asking about snacks and bedtime stories. Katherine excused herself briefly to tuck them into bed, though her thoughts remained tangled. When she returned to the living room, Leonard was standing by the window, arms crossed, the television now muted.

The room felt colder.

She moved slowly, sitting on the far end of the couch, her arms wrapped around a throw pillow, fingers gripping it tight.

"Does it..." she started, her voice breaking the thick silence, "...bother you? Seeing her like that?"

Leonard didn’t look away from the window.

"Why would it?" he replied.

Katherine tilted her head slightly. "Because she’s your girlfriend?"

He turned then, slowly, and met her gaze. There was a flicker of something in his eyes. Resentment, maybe. Or pain. He walked back toward the couch but didn’t sit. Instead, he stood just beside it, looking down at her like the weight of the question had scraped something raw inside him.

"I would greatly appreciate it," he said quietly, each word crisp, "if you didn’t lump me and that woman into the same sentence."

Katherine blinked.

The sharpness of his tone surprised her, but it wasn’t just anger. There was regret there. Disgust. Something deeper than frustration.

"So you’re really really not... with her?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Leonard let out a dry laugh. "That’s long over."

He finally sat down, but not too close. His posture was rigid, back straight, hands clasped loosely between his knees. His jaw tensed again, eyes still dark.

Katherine studied him.

"Did you..." She hesitated. "Did you have anything to do with what’s happening to her now?"

Katherine didn’t know why she’d asked it.

The question had slipped out before she could stop herself.

She didn’t know what made her say it. She wasn’t the type to accuse without proof. But something about Miranda’s sudden downfall, the way things had unraveled so quickly, so precisely, it all felt too targeted.

Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was the way Leonard looked tonight.

Or maybe... it was something deeper. Something tied to the unease she’d felt since the day Miranda walked back into her life, dragging the past along with her.

Katherine glanced down at her hands, twisting in her lap.

"I’m sorry," she murmured. "That wasn’t fair."

Leonard’s jaw clenched tighter.

"No," he said after a beat. "You’re right to ask."

She looked up.

Leonard turned to her. The dim lighting from the TV flickered across his face. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, elbows on his thighs.

"I warned her once," he said slowly. "That if she kept pushing, she’d eventually cross the wrong person."

He paused, then looked Katherine straight in the eyes.

"And that person was me."

He straightened, and now his voice dropped, quieter but more resolute.

"Katherine."

The way he said her name felt heavy, like an anchor pulling her into his truth.

"I let that woman into my life once. And it was the biggest mistake I ever made. She wasn’t just destructive. She’s dangerous. The things she did..." His voice trailed off for a moment, eyes darkening. "You saw only a fraction. The rest would keep you up at night."

Katherine felt her breath hitch.

He turned toward her, voice calm but carrying the quiet threat of a storm held back.

"I don’t care what happens to Miranda. But if she ever, ever, had plans to get near you or the kids again..."

He shifted, then slowly raised a hand toward her. The movement was hesitant, uncharacteristically unsure. His fingers hovered in the space between them, trembling slightly as if he were reaching for something he couldn’t bring himself to claim.

But he didn’t touch her.

The hand remained froze mid-air, inches from her arm. Close enough for her to feel the heat of it

Then he pulled back with his hands clenched slowly.

Then his eyes locked onto hers, deadly calm.

"I will cut down anything and anyone that tries to hurt you or the twins."