Chapter 308

In that tiny space, on that freezing night, under the flickering streetlight, Evangeline caught a glimpse of Walter's face, twisted into something dark and sinister.

At that heart-stopping moment when she was penetrated, she realized she was no longer the cherished princess of the Foster family, nor the esteemed Mrs. Gordon. She felt like nothing more than a prostitute—an object at the mercy of Walter's every whim and desire, regardless of her own feelings.

Why did it come to this? Why did her love for Walter drag her down to such depths?

Liking someone was not wrong, and falling in love, dreaming of marriage, was not a crime.

Regardless, knowing she was nothing more than an afterthought to him and still chasing after his affection like a doomed moth to a flame... that was her mistake.

Uncle Yale could not fathom the storm raging in Evangeline's heart. Seeing her put on a brave face, his own heart twisted with pain.

"Evie, the important thing is that you have no regrets," he said