Chapter 109

Evelyn slid into the car seat, her body stiff with tension.

The silence between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.

She felt numb, like a puppet with its strings severed.

Nathan's cruel words echoed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine.

Her hands trembled with barely contained fury.

How had she never seen the true depths of his deceit?

Love truly was blind—blinding her to the monster he'd always been.

"Ms. Carter, the video has been released as you instructed. Look—Cassandra and her friends are tearing each other apart!"

Theodore eagerly shoved his phone in front of her.

Evelyn lifted her gaze, watching the three women claw at each other like feral cats.

The sight was brutal.

"Tsk. Women really don’t hold back when they fight, do they? Ms. Blackwood is holding her own—two against one, and she’s still standing. Shame she never took up wrestling professionally."

Theodore smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Evelyn scoffed. "They’re just pulling hair and slapping like children. No skill, no finesse. Where’s the entertainment in that?"

Yet her eyes remained glued to the screen.

Admittedly, watching Cassandra unravel was satisfying.

"Ms. Carter… did Nathan really delete all the photos?"

Theodore’s jaw clenched at the memory of Nathan’s hands on Evelyn’s waist.

But then he remembered—they’d been married.

Of course Nathan had touched her before.

The thought made his stomach twist.

"He’ll delete them. Even if he despises Cassandra, he won’t risk the Blackwood name. He always prioritizes reputation over everything else."

Evelyn sighed, unlocking her phone.

She hadn’t expected Nathan to remember her passcode.

Had he been watching her that closely all those years ago?

But it didn’t matter.

He’d never understand the meaning behind those digits—0923.

The day he’d saved her on the mountain thirteen years ago.

The day they’d first met.

To him, it was probably just another number.

"Ms. Carter, what’s our next move? Without those photos, Cassandra won’t back down." Theodore frowned.

Evelyn’s breath hitched.

Her call history showed Nathan’s number.

That sneaky bastard.

That evening, Nathan returned to Cliffside Manor.

Raindrops streaked the car window like tears.

For a moment, he saw Evelyn’s glistening eyes staring back at him—filled with nothing but resentment.

The memory made his chest tighten.

He rolled his neck, the neon lights outside casting sharp shadows across his jawline.

His fingers absently tugged at his tie, the silk smooth against his skin—

Just like the curve of Evelyn’s waist beneath his hands.

His breath hitched.

He needed to stop thinking about her.

But he couldn’t.

Three years of marriage, and she’d barely dared to touch him.

Now?

She provoked him in public without hesitation.

Disrespectful. Infuriating. Unforgettable.

"Mr. Blackwood…" Oliver’s hesitant voice cut through his thoughts.

"What?" Nathan snapped.

"The incident with Cassandra at Monarch Grand Hotel is trending. The public is outraged—accusing elites of abusing their power. How should we handle this?"

"Let it burn."

"But… Madam Whitmore might involve Chairman Leonard. He’ll make things difficult for you."

Nathan’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Since when have I ever been afraid of him?"

Oliver’s phone buzzed.

"Sir, the surveillance footage you requested."

Nathan took the device, watching the confrontation between Evelyn and Cassandra unfold.

Cassandra, arrogant and vicious, had raised her hand first—

Only for Evelyn to strike back without hesitation.