Evelyn’s pov ;
I thought about it for a moment. Have I made the right decision? Grandma was the only person who had ever shown me love in that house. Leaving her felt like abandoning the one person who truly cared about me. But as we pulled up to the restaurant, any uncertainty I had evaporated in an instant. As we stepped out of the car and approached the entrance, I saw Hunter and Sophia getting out of a car across the street. Sophia's hands were tightly clutched around Hunter 's arm, and he seemed perfectly okay with it. I felt like pulling my hair. How could he be so bold, parading his affair around for everyone to see? Does he think that because I had always been tolerant, I would just accept this too? "Are you okay?" Vinni asked me. Before I could answer, Sophia's voice rang out. "Evelyn, what a surprise to see you here!" Hunter 's face turned pale as he saw me. He sheepishly tried to yank his arm out of Sophia's grip, but it was too late. I laughed bitterly, the sound was harsh and empty. "Don't bother, Hunter ," I taunted sharply. "No need to hide it now." He shook his head. “No, it's not what you-” Sophia quickly put on a mask of innocence. "Evelyn, you misunderstood. It's not what it looks like." The sight of her false remorse made me angry that before I could stop myself, my hand shot out, slapping her across the face. "Don't you dare pretend to be innocent! You knew exactly what you were doing, breaking up my marriage." She clutched her cheek and soon her fake sobs followed. Hunter immediately pulled her to his side while glaring at me. "That's enough, Evelyn! You're being too much now. Sophia isn't the one breaking our marriage, you are. You're the one who decided to run away and leave everything behind. You're the one who gave up." His words hit me like a sledgehammer, each one driving deeper into my heart. "How dare you?" I choked out in pain and rage. "You never loved me. You were never there for me. And now you defend her, the one who helped destroy everything we had?" “You're going too far. Grow up." I couldn't bear to listen to any more of his twisted justifications. The pain of seeing him protect the woman who had come between us was too much. Without another word, I turned around and walked away while the tears of agony rolled down my face. "Evelyn, wait!" Hunter called after me, but I didn't stop. I kept walking, each step taking me further away from the life that had caused me so much pain. Vinni caught up to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "You did the right thing, Evelyn. Don't let them get to you. C’mon, wipe your tears and cheer up.” Walking away from him, I realised that I had indeed made the right decision. His actions and words confirmed that he never truly cared about me. It was time to let go of him. But then, I did something I shouldn't have. When Hunter and I got married, it was the biggest wedding of the year. His grandmother urged him to make it a grand wedding. I was closer to her than to anyone else. So, despite Sophia being the one closer to Hunter , Grandma had forced him to marry me. In my anger and desire to strike back, I told Vinni to make headlines about our divorce. Vinni praised my decision and did exactly that. But it turned out to be the biggest mistake I had ever made. I received a call late that night. Grandma had been rushed to the hospital after reading the news of our divorce. I quickly rushed to the hospital in fear. When I arrived, Hunter was already there. Grandma was inside the operation room, and Sophia was rubbing his arm in comfort. I approached them cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. "How is Grandma?" I asked in a trembling voice. Hunter 's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a rage I had never seen before. He slowly stood up and walked toward me. I gasped when he gripped my arms tightly. "If anything happens to Grandma, I will never forgive you, Evelyn. I will make your life hell. You just wait and watch.” His words pierced through me, and I realised the enormity of my mistake. Even if I hate Hunter and want to hurt him, how could I do that to Grandma? She had been my rock, my only family after my parents' death. “I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I only wanted—" He cut me off in a cold and unforgiving voice. "Save it. You wanted the divorce so badly, right? Sure, you'll get it. I will divorce you." He let go of my arms and stepped back. Sitting back next to Sophia who whispered something in his ear and stroked his back. She looked in my direction with an evil look and I figured out that I had played right into her hands. Finally, the doctor came out after a few hours. Hunter and I both stood up. "She's stable for now.” I sighed both in relief and guilt. I wanted to see her but Hunter didn't let me. So, the next day, I planned to meet her when he wasn't there. I was getting ready to visit Grandma at the hospital when my phone rang. It was Vinni. "Evelyn, we have a crisis at Galaxy Gemstone," she let out worriedly and desperately. My heart sank. "What happened?" "There’s been a hostile takeover. 55% of our shares have been purchased.” "What?!" I exclaimed, trying to wrap my head around the news. Galaxy Gemstone was my father’s pride and joy, a company he had built from the ground up. We specialise in high-end jewellery, using ethically sourced gemstones to create unique, luxurious pieces. The company has always been financially stable. This sudden acquisition of such a significant portion of our shares is shocking. "How is this possible?" I asked, panic rising in my chest. "Who bought the shares?" Vinni hesitated for a moment. "Hunter . He’s the one who did it." "Hunter ?" I repeated in utter shock. He did this? "How could he do this?" "I don’t know all the details yet, but he must have used his connections and resources to buy out our shareholders. Evelyn, I’m so sorry. I had no idea this would happen," Vinni's voice was filled with sympathy. So, this is how he wanted to play this because this is clearly more than just a business move, it is personal. That bastard. I quickly sent him a text. “Meet me at this address in an hour.” I can't just let him destroy my father’s company so easily.Evelyn’s pov ; I waited. One day. Then two.Hunter didn’t reply. Not a word, not even a courtesy text.I kept telling myself he’d reach out. That I’d misread the silence, that he was just busy. But the excuses felt hollow, even to me. Why was he silent after cheating on me? Was he ignoring me on purpose? Or was he too busy enjoying the company of my backstabbing sister? I couldn’t take the suspense any longer.The thought of Sophia made my stomach twist. My own sister. My betrayer.I couldn’t take it anymore. Two days of silence was enough. I grabbed my coat and drove back to the house with Vinni’s car. It was technically still my house—or was it? That question haunted me as I pulled into the driveway.The house loomed in front of me, cold and unwelcoming. I hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the car. My palms were clammy, and my heartbeat was erratic. I couldn’t tell if it was anger or fear driving me forward. Maybe both.I rang the doorbell, expecting Hunter to answer,
THIRD POV ; Evelyn returned to Vinni's house, her face pale and her hands trembling. As soon as she stepped inside, she blurted out the news—Hunter was marrying Sophia. Vinni's expression shifted from shock to anger as she pulled Evelyn into a tight hug."Let him marry that snake," Vinni said, her voice laced with venom. "He doesn't deserve you, Evelyn. Never did."Evelyn nodded weakly, her eyes brimming with tears. They spent the evening strategizing, deciding to meet a lawyer the next day to discuss reclaiming their company from Hunter's grasp. But even with a plan in place, Evelyn couldn't sleep that night. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of painful memories. Her ruined past and present seemed to merge into one unbearable reality. Her mother had always favored Sophia, showering her with affection while Evelyn stood in the shadows. Her father had been her only solace, the one person who genuinely cared for her. But even he had betrayed her in a way s
Evelyn pushed open the door to Vinni’s house, her steps heavy and her heart burdened with the weight of her grandfather’s revelations. She found Vinni lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, but the moment she saw Evelyn’s face, she sat up straight. “You look like you’ve been through a war,” Vinni said, concern lacing her voice. Evelyn dropped her bag on the floor and sat beside her. “I think I have.” “What happened?” Vinni asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Evelyn recounted everything—her unexpected meeting with her grandfather, the truth about her father’s downfall, the shocking revelation about Chase Walker, and the 50% shares of Starlink Company now in her name. Vinni listened intently, her brows furrowing deeper with each detail. When Evelyn finished, silence hung in the room for a moment before Vinni finally spoke. “That’s… a lot. No wonder you look like a ghost.” Evelyn nodded. “I feel like my entire life has been a lie. My father… he did
The Caldwell villa was unusually quiet, save for the sharp commands Sophia was barking at the servants. "Get rid of that rug," she snapped, pointing to the intricately woven piece in the corner of the living room. "Evelyn always loved sitting there with her books. And that vase—she picked it out. Toss it. Everything that reminds anyone of her goes. Do you understand?" The servants hesitated for a moment, exchanging nervous glances. Evelyn had been kind to them, always asking after their families and treating them like people rather than mere staff. But Sophia's sharp glare left no room for argument, and they reluctantly obeyed. Sophia watched with satisfaction as each item was hauled away, her lips curling into a slight smirk. This was her moment. Finally, Evelyn's presence would be erased from the house—and from Hunter's life. The sound of the front door opening made her pause. Hunter walked in, loosening his tie, his expression weary. But as his gaze swept the room, his tire
The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of Evelyn's apartment. She sat curled up on the couch, staring blankly at her phone. Her mind was a storm of emotions—confusion, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. Vinni burst in without knocking, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. “You look like hell,” she announced bluntly, setting the cups on the table. Evelyn groaned. “Thanks for the uplifting observation.”“Don’t start,” Vinni shot back, sitting across from her. “We need to talk. I’ve been thinking about Hunter.”Evelyn stiffened at the mention of his name. “Don’t. I don’t want to deal with him anymore. Let’s just... let it go.”Vinni’s eyes narrowed. “Let it go? Are you serious, Evelyn? He messed up your life. You can’t just let him walk away like that.”“What do you want me to do, Vinni?” Evelyn snapped, exasperation creeping into her voice. “Follow him around and demand an apology? Or better yet, challenge him to a duel?”Vinni leaned forward, her expr
Hunter sat in his sleek, glass-walled office, the skyline of the city stretching out before him. The sound of his pen scratching against paper filled the room as he signed one document after another. His brow was furrowed, his focus razor-sharp—until his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen and groaned. It was his best friend, Jake. “Great,” Hunter muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before reluctantly answering. “What do you want?”Jake’s voice boomed on the other end, loud and unapologetic. “Well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour! Mr. Divorced and Loving It! How’s it feel to be single again, buddy?”Hunter scowled, leaning back in his chair. “Jake, I’m busy. Do you ever stop talking nonsense?”“Busy? Come on, don’t tell me you’re already signing another prenup! Give it a week, at least,” Jake teased, laughing at his own joke. “Jake, I’m hanging up,” Hunter warned, his voice clipped. “Wait, wait! I’m just saying—think of the possibilities! No nagging, no
Evelyn rushed into the City Hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she adjusted her coat. She was running late—again. The late-night drinks with Vinni and Edwin had been worth it, though. For the first time in a long while, she had felt genuinely happy, and the hangover was a small price to pay. When she entered the room, Hunter was already there, sitting stiffly with a scowl on his face. He rose to his feet the moment he saw her, his annoyance evident. “You’re late,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “Do you have any idea how unprofessional this looks?” Evelyn sighed, brushing past him to take her seat. “It’s not like you’ve got a board meeting to attend here.” Her dismissive tone only fueled his anger. “You think this is a joke?” She didn’t bother looking at him, instead flipping through the documents in front of her. “No, I think you’re overreacting. Can we get this over with? You seem desperate to be rid of me.” Hunter’s jaw tightened as he leaned closer
Edwin pulled up outside a lively bar that was already buzzing with energy. The neon lights outside blinked in vibrant reds and blues, casting a playful glow on the street. Evelyn squinted at the sign, reading it aloud. “The Velvet Note? Seriously, Edwin? What is this place?” Edwin grinned as he hopped out of the car and jogged around to open her door. “A surprise. Trust me, you’ll love it. Now, come on.” As they stepped inside, Evelyn’s senses were overwhelmed by the pulse of upbeat music, the sound of laughter, and the smell of craft cocktails mingled with delicious bar food. Her gaze swept across the room and landed on a very familiar face waving wildly at her from a corner booth. “VINNI?!” Evelyn exclaimed, her mouth falling open. Vinni jumped up, rushing over and throwing her arms around Evelyn. “SURPRISE!” she squealed. “Welcome to your official Divorce Freedom Party!” Evelyn laughed, the joy bubbling up unexpectedly. “You two planned this?” “Of course we did!” Vinni
Hunter’s grip on the steering wheel was like iron, his knuckles white against the black leather, as he pulled into his driveway. The moment he killed the engine, the low hum of the car fading into the evening’s quiet, his phone buzzed again, a sharp, insistent vibration against the console.Sophia. Again.He ignored the call, a flicker of irritation sparking in his chest, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant honeysuckle, but his blood was boiling, a hot, turbulent current beneath his skin.Evelyn and her stupid lover boy Edwin.The two names were on repeat in his head, a relentless, torturous mantra, feeding the jealousy that gnawed at his insides, a ravenous beast consuming his peace of mind.She was with him right now.Probably laughing. Probably smiling while looking into each other’s eyes.Had she already let him touch her the way she used to let him? The way she us
Hunter sat at the head of the long, sleek conference table, staring at the financial reports spread in front of him. The numbers blurred together, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional shuffle of papers, and the faint click of a keyboard. But Hunter wasn’t listening. He was supposed to be focused. This meeting was important—his company was finalizing a major acquisition, and every executive in the room was waiting for his decision. The deal was worth billions, and the stakes were high. But his mind was elsewhere. Evelyn. Edwin. The way she had looked at him last night, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and defiance. Like she had moved on. Like she didn’t care anymore. The memory burned in his chest, a slow, smoldering fire that refused to be extinguished. A sharp voice cut through his thoughts. “Mr. Blackwood?” Hunter’s head snapped up. His CFO, Marcus Reed, was watching him expectant
Evelyn sat on her couch, staring at the untouched cup of tea in front of her. Edwin had been talking for the past ten minutes—about how toxic Hunter was, about how she needed to cut him off for good—but her mind was elsewhere. She could still hear the sound of Hunter’s car speeding away, could still picture the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes before he left. Jealousy. Possession. Something she shouldn’t have cared about. But did. “Evelyn?” She blinked, snapping back to the present. Edwin was watching her, concern etched across his face. “What?” He sighed. “Were you even listening?” Evelyn rubbed her temples. “I’m tired, Edwin. Can we not do this right now?” His jaw tightened. “Fine. But at least tell me you see it now. He hasn’t changed, Evelyn. He never will.” She swallowed. “It’s not that simple.” Edwin scoffed. “It is exactly that simple. He’s a selfish bastard who only cares about himself. You don’t owe him anything—not your time, not your pi
Breakfast was torture. Not because of Grandma Blackwood—she was as sweet and oblivious as ever—but because of Hunter. Evelyn could feel his eyes on her. Watching. Waiting. As if he expected her to slip, to react, to—what? Fall into his arms like a fool? Not happening. She focused on her food, answering Grandma’s questions with polite enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Hunter played the perfect, doting husband, chiming in at just the right moments. His hand occasionally brushed hers, his arm rested behind her chair—it was all for show, of course. But her body refused to believe that. By the time breakfast was over, Evelyn was exhausted. Hunter helped clear the dishes, chatting easily with Grandma as if nothing was amiss. Meanwhile, Evelyn sat frozen in her seat, replaying that moment at the table. The way he had looked at her. Like he meant it. Like they weren’t pretending. Her chest tightened. She needed air. --- Escape to the Garden Evelyn retreated to the backyard, ta
Evelyn lay stiffly on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The dim glow of the moon cast soft shadows across the room, but it did nothing to ease the restlessness buzzing under her skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something that made her chest ache and her throat tighten.She could still hear Hunter moving around in the bedroom, could picture him sprawled across the bed like he belonged there, like he owned the space—like he owned her. The thought made her jaw clench. *No. He doesn’t get to affect me anymore.* But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it, the past still lingered between them, thick and suffocating. It was in the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried that familiar teasing edge, the way his presence seemed to fill every room he entered. It was in the memories she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried.She turned onto her side, pressing the pillow
Evelyn barely slept.Every time she drifted off, she’d wake to the weight of memories pressing down on her. The familiar scent of Hunter’s cologne mixed with the warm cedarwood of his skin made her chest feel tight.She hated that even now—after everything—his presence still had an effect on her.When the soft glow of dawn filtered through the lace curtains, Evelyn decided she had had enough. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Hunter. He lay on his back, one arm flung across the pillow, his bare chest rising and falling steadily.For a moment, she just looked at him.It wasn’t fair. That he could sleep so soundly while she was drowning in emotions she didn’t want to feel.Shaking off the thought, she grabbed a robe and tiptoed out of the room.The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet. Evelyn found Grandma Blackwood at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes.“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said, smili
Chapter 28The sound of a car horn outside made Evelyn’s stomach clench. She took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of her dress before grabbing her purse. As she stepped outside, Hunter Blackwood leaned against the sleek black car, his expression unreadable beneath the glow of the streetlights. “Right on time,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. Evelyn rolled her eyes as she approached. “I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I was dreading this.” Hunter smirked, opening the car door for her. “You wound me, darling. I was hoping you’d be at least a little excited.” “Let’s just get this over with,” she muttered, sliding into the passenger seat. As Hunter started driving, the tension between them filled the space. Evelyn kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, ignoring the way he stole glances at her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she finally muttered. “You’re the one who agreed,” Hunter shot back. “I agreed for your grandmother’s sake,
As they walked out of the building, Evelyn’s mind was already racing with plans. She had a role to play, and she wasn’t about to let Hunter Blackwood stand in her way. No matter what it took, she would protect StarLink—and herself—from his games.Evelyn and Vinni walked back to their apartment, the weight of the day’s events still heavy on Evelyn’s shoulders. As they approached the building, they were surprised to see Edwin standing outside, leaning casually against his car. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a tailored suit that screamed sophistication. His presence was both a comfort and a complication, given the whirlwind of emotions Evelyn was already dealing with.“Edwin?” Evelyn said, her voice tinged with surprise. “What are you doing here?”Edwin straightened up, a warm smile spreading across his face as he approached them. “Evelyn, Vinni. I was in the area for an event and thought I’d stop by. It’s been a while since we caught up.”Vinni raised an eyebrow, her tone teas
Evelyn stood in Hunter’s office, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. She had just finished explaining the changes she wanted to make to the proposal, and now Hunter was throwing a curveball at her. His condition was outrageous, and she couldn’t believe he had the audacity to even suggest it.“Let me get this straight,” Evelyn said, her voice sharp and incredulous. “Your condition for agreeing to the changes is that I have to visit your grandmother and pretend we’re still married? Are you serious?”Hunter leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but with a hint of smugness. “Dead serious. Grandma just got out of the hospital, and it’s because of you.”Evelyn’s eyes widened, her anger momentarily replaced by guilt. “What are you talking about? How is it because of me?”Hunter’s tone softened slightly, though his gaze remained steady. “When she found out about the divorce, she was devastated. She had a stroke, Evelyn. She’s been in and out of the