"Caden, you've had quite a bit to drink too. Why not crash here tonight and head back tomorrow?"Caden and Walter had been inseparable since childhood, often having sleepovers at each other's places. However, as they grew up, those days became rare.Caden massaged his temples, weighing the odds of a peaceful night's stay…Skipping one night at home would not be a big deal, would it?With that thought, Caden cautiously asked Aria, "I can't remember the last time I crashed here. Mind if I stay over?"Aria chuckled. "Stay if you want to. It's not like it's your first time."She waved over a servant. "Show Mr. Scott to the guest room."After saying goodbye to Caden, Aria headed to Walter's room.The wedding dress photo on the wall caught her eye, and then her gaze fell on her son, who had lost so much weight he was barely recognizable. Her heart ached for him.Evangeline had returned the bracelet to the Gordon family, signaling the end of her engagement with Walter. They were boun
Walter's throat tightened, and he could only muster a weak attempt at comfort. "Hey, what about Caden? He's the one who dropped me off last night, right?"Aria thought back to the servant's update."He was going to crash here and leave in the morning, but some urgent family thing came up, and he had to bolt in the middle of the night."Walter scrunched his brow, puzzled by Caden's sudden departure.After all, Caden was loaded. His family was not exactly waiting on him hand and foot. Plus, his aunt and uncle were the picture of health; they did not need him to run the family business. What was so urgent that he had to dash off?However, with Caden gone, it was actually a relief."Well, if that's the case, I should head out too."Walter started to rise, but Aria held him back. "Walter, it's been ages since you visited your grandpa. You're here now, so maybe... go see him?"Trey was getting on in years, always sitting by himself in the yard, staring into space. That solitude—it ma
"Walter is here? Take a seat." Trey glanced up from his busy work and nodded toward the chair across from him.Walter sat down, steeling himself for the storm of anger he was sure would come from Trey.To his surprise, Trey just fiddled with the ring on his finger and kept on making coffee.It was not until he poured the third batch into a cup and set it in front of Walter that he finally said, "Walter, give the coffee a try. I've been working on his brewing skills. Notice any improvement?"'Grandpa had called him over with such urgency just to... taste coffee?'With Trey looking on expectantly, Walter picked up the cup with a puzzled look and took a cautious sip.He was not exactly a coffee connoisseur. He ate merely to fuel his body, to keep up with the demanding pace of work at Gordon Group.The coffee swirled on his tongue, but Walter, being no expert, could not pick up any hint of sweetness or a pleasant aftertaste, just a strong bitterness that made him instinctively frown
'Suffering in silence.' That old saying was the only thing that came to Walter's mind.It was spot-on for his situation.The mess with Julia was exactly that—a whole lot of hurt he just could not put into words."Why so quiet?"Trey eyed Walter's silence and decided to break the ice."You've been away from the old house for ages. You even dodged me at Mr. Foster's funeral, sneaking in to pay your respects when I wasn't around. Here we are, finally face-to-face, and you're giving me the silent treatment?"Walter's skin crawled under Trey's offbeat interrogation. "It's not that, I just... don't know what to say, that's all.""Well, you might be at a loss for words, but I've got something to say to you."Trey's warm smile faded into a more serious expression as he reached into the coffee table drawer and pulled out a box.It was an old wooden box, ornately carved and clearly well-crafted.Walter knew that box all too well.Back when the Fosters threw a birthday bash for Evangel
"Don't bother returning if you can't make Walter come home tonight, Evangeline!"It was New Year's Eve.Every home was aglow, families embracing the joy of togetherness. Evangeline Rearden, however, was excluded from the glee. She raced her heavy motorcycle down Jetty Road, cutting through the biting cold wind on a mission to expose Walter's infidelity aboard a cruise ship.The whole city buzzed with the news that her stay-away husband, Walter Gordon, has splurged on a cruise for his mistress, complete with a fireworks display.Still ringing in her ears was the harsh ultimatum her mother-in-law, Aria Jones, delivered at the Gordon family's New Year's Eve feast."Evangeline, Walter is so averse to seeing you that he hasn't come home for the holidays in years! You're just warming the bench. If you can't give us a Gordon heir, call it quits early. Step aside and let a more fertile woman take your place as Mrs. Walter Gordon."Three years into their marriage, all Evangeline could thi
Evangeline held her gaze before breaking into a sly smile. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she sauntered toward Walter, heels clicking on the floor.She pulled out a disinfectant wipe and, with a show of casual authority, began to clean the spot on his silk shirt that Julia had touched."You think I want to be in this dump? I'm only here because Grandpa and Mom wouldn't stop nagging."She tossed the wipe away and straightened his collar with feigned nonchalance. "Are you done playing around? Ready to go home?""Go home for what? To play house and make babies?" Walter's dark eyes shimmered with a mysterious allure as he towered over her. "Do you really think you're fit to bear my children?"A laugh escaped Evangeline, a mix of disbelief and pain. Her heart ached like never before.She had, once upon a time, truly wanted to be a mother.Cole was getting on in years, and late-stage lung cancer was a clear sign his days were numbered. His dying wish was to see her and Walter have
Evangeline's alluring stance sent pulses racing.Pop, pop, pop! Balls dropped into pockets with stunning precision.Her skill was breathtaking. She was every bit Walter's equal, if not better.A hidden gem, indeed.Not just the onlookers, but even Walter's expression changed too. The sound of someone gulping was unmistakable in the tense silence.Then there was the sheer fabric clinging to her body, barely there, which made Walter's face darken with anger.His eyes, dark and predatory, did not miss a thing.Who would have thought? His wife, the one who hardly left their home, had some serious secrets up her sleeve. Her skill at the pool table was not only a shock to the onlookers but to him as well—he had had no idea.Walter's right-hand man, Hector, could tell things were about to go south and quickly ushered everyone out. However, Julia, blind to the brewing storm, stubbornly stayed put.She had hoped to see Evangeline humiliated, but the tables had turned. It was Julia who
Walter did not allow Evangeline to fight back, not sparing her another glance. With a face of stone and a fury that could shake the earth, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.The sound was like thunder, and the chill wind that followed seemed to freeze the room, the dark night and churning sea outside consuming Evangeline's heart.However, she did not rage. She laughed, a laugh that kept the tears at bay, and hurled her cup against the wall. "Walter, you bastard!"Her inner rebel, long caged, shattered the facade she had maintained for three years. He had flaunted Julia in her face, a clear message to get out of the Gordon family. However, when she was ready to do just that, he balked?She was not fooled. Walter was not the type to have second thoughts. He was always the one in charge, the mastermind. He would be damned if he was not the one calling the shots in their marriage, too.He could walk away from her, leaving her to wear the label of a divorcee, but she was not