Chapter 315

Evelyn tilted her chin up gracefully, her piercing gaze locked onto Nathan as she moved toward him.

At that moment, every pulse of his blood seemed to rush toward his heart. His throat constricted, muscles tensing further, as if his entire body was screaming at him to reach for her.

Isabelle, noticing Nathan's reaction, tightened her grip on his arm possessively. A surge of jealousy flared within her. This woman wasn't just familiar to Nathan—she meant something to him.

Just as Nathan thought Evelyn was coming for him, she glided past like a whisper of wind, leaving him frozen in place.

"Alexander!" Evelyn called out, her voice warm and bright, ignoring Nathan completely.

"Oh! Darling!" Sebastian Laurent, walking down the corridor, lit up at the sight of Evelyn. He embraced her with the enthusiasm of reuniting with a long-lost friend, kissing her cheeks affectionately. Their closeness was undeniable.

The entire group—Nathan, Julian, and Isabelle—stared in stunned silence.

Having been Sebastian's protégé for years, Isabelle knew him as a reserved, often aloof man who rarely showed warmth.

How had this woman effortlessly drawn such rare affection from him?

"My dear, I had no idea you were in Crestview! If I'd known, I would've canceled everything to dine with you!" Sebastian beamed, his hands resting on Evelyn's shoulders.

"You have rehearsals to focus on. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing you." Evelyn replied in flawless French, her tone soft and intimate, as if it were her native tongue.

Evelyn had befriended Sebastian under her alias, Sharon, designing custom gowns for him. She had a way of turning collaborators into lifelong friends.

Nathan watched, memories flooding back. His shoulders tensed as his world tilted on its axis.

He remembered the early days of their marriage—how Evelyn’s eyes used to sparkle like Isabelle’s, how she’d chatter excitedly about little things.

But he had ignored her, dismissing her as uninteresting. Slowly, she became quieter, fading into the background of Cliffside Manor.

He had thought her dull, comparing her unfavorably to Victoria. He’d believed marrying her was a mistake.

Yet now, he realized—he had nearly destroyed her.

His neglect had turned her into a shadow of herself, her love for him sinking like the Titanic.

"Mr. Whitmore, over here!" Evelyn’s eyes gleamed as she spotted Alexander beyond Nathan. She waved at him with a radiant smile.

Alexander hastily straightened his tie and strode toward her, his usual composure slipping into visible eagerness.

Nathan’s fingers clenched, bitterness clawing at his chest, while Julian seethed beside him.

As Alexander passed Nathan, he paused. Adjusting his glasses, he shot Nathan a smirk—a victor’s taunt.

That mocking gaze was a knife, twisting in Nathan’s heart. Helpless, he watched Alexander take his place beside Evelyn.

Was this all he could do? Stand by as another man stepped into the life he’d thrown away?

With effortless charm, Evelyn introduced Alexander to Sebastian.

"Sebastian, this is my dear friend, Alexander. His mother adores your work—he’d love a signed album for her."

"Of course! It would be my pleasure!" Sebastian agreed warmly, summoning his manager for a photo.

As the trio posed, Nathan’s chest ached. The scene was a cruel reminder of what he’d lost—and what he could never reclaim.