Chapter 383

Evelyn stood frozen as Nathan's grip tightened around her wrist. His touch burned like acid against her skin.

She was right about everything. Every accusation she'd thrown at him was true.

"There's nothing between Isabelle and me, Evelyn. She's just a friend!" Nathan's voice cracked with desperation, his ears turning crimson.

Apologies weren't in his nature, yet here he was, begging for understanding.

"Why tell me? It's none of my business."

Evelyn's patience had evaporated. Her gaze could have turned Medusa to stone. "I don't care what you do with your little playmates. Save your explanations for someone who gives a damn." She jerked her arm free. "I have a show to attend."

"If you didn't care, why bring it up? First at the police station, now here."

Nathan's eyes shimmered dangerously. His broad shoulders trembled with barely contained emotion. "You're keeping tabs on my relationships. That means you still feel something. You're not over me, no matter what you claim."

"This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?."

"It's not concern, Nathan. It's disgust."

Evelyn pried his fingers off one by one, her nails digging into his flesh. "Had I known you kept your ex-lovers on speed dial, I'd never have wasted my heart on you. The only regret I have is not leaving sooner when I discovered what a lying cheat you really are."

The air left Nathan's lungs as if she'd punched him.

The injustice of her words tasted like poison. He'd never felt so misunderstood.

For a fleeting moment, Evelyn wavered at the raw pain in his expression.

Then she turned on her heel and walked away without looking back.

Some stories weren't meant for happy endings. Some wounds never fully healed. But life moved forward regardless.

Her phone vibrated. Theodore's name flashed on the screen.

"What's wrong, Theo?" She forced calm into her voice.

"Code red, Ms. Carter! Check Twitter immediately!" Theodore's panic was palpable.

Evelyn's stomach dropped. She knew that tone.

Her fingers flew across her phone screen.

The blood drained from her face. "Goddammit!"

Isabella Laurent's leaked wedding photos dominated the trending list.

Months of meticulous planning. Countless sleepless nights. All ruined by some hacker's click.

Every detail laid bare for the world to see.

Nathan had been drowning in his own turmoil when Evelyn's curse snapped him back to reality. Against all odds, his lips curved upward.

This fiery version of Evelyn fascinated him more than the obedient wife she'd once been. She burned brighter now, more alive in her anger than she'd ever been in his arms.

He moved toward her.

But she was already sprinting down the corridor, her stilettos clicking against marble as she left him in the dust.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Nathan watched her retreating figure and dialed Oliver's number.

"Mr. Blackwood."

"Status report on Monarch Group." His instincts screamed trouble. "Yes, sir. I was just about to brief you."