'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
...Aria whispered to her son with a mix of affection and irritation, "Didn't Evangeline go looking for you last night? She's still not back? She's not with you? She can't have kids, and now she's out all night during the holidays, not answering her phone, breaking all the rules. Your grandpa is furious!"I should've never agreed to let you bring her into this family. She's a country girl, nowhere near your league. Marrying into the Gordons was the luckiest thing to ever happen to her!"Walter's mind flashed back to Evangeline's determined mention of divorce the previous night, to her drinking and shooting pool, so different from the demure image she maintained at the Gordons'.Walter chuckled derisively. "We'll see about that."Aria, not fully grasping Walter's intent and preferring to avoid the topic of the unwelcome daughter-in-law, said, "I heard Julia is back. I don't care if your grandpa agrees or not, I'm giving Evangeline three more months. If she can't get pregnant, she'l
Walter ended the call, a storm brewing in his chest. He paced the room with a gloomy expression and smoked one cigarette after another until the last one was crushed in the ashtray.He grabbed his coat and stormed out of the bedroom, not without delivering a swift kick to the coffee table that sent it toppling over.Feeling the extremely low pressure, wherever he walked felt like a hurricane had passed through.Aria, oblivious to the brewing tempest, chased after him. "You just got back, and it's the holidays! Where are you off to now? Why not stay and spend some time with me?"Walter said nothing as he marched out with a scowl on his face.Just then, his phone rang. It was Caden Scott, his close friend."Missed the show on your yacht last night. I heard Evangeline gave you the boot and wants a divorce?""News travels fast. I'm hanging up," said Walter."Wait, don't hang up. So it's over? Who would've thought Evangeline had it in her to be so tough? The whole social circle is b
In the good old days at the Gordon estate, Evangeline lived as she pleased, fresh-faced and carefree. However, after she decided to divorce Walter, she was all glammed up—makeup, fashion, the works.Evangeline tossed her hair back, and her lipstick-painted lips quirked into a smirk. "Who says I can't pay for my own lawyer?""Is that so? I bet you can't even cover the bill for this fancy suite anymore!"What a laugh.Evangeline sent Walter stumbling with a shove and strutted out of the suite, her heels clicking like a judge's gavel.However, as fate would have it, the moment she hit the lobby, the hotel manager was on her like a hawk.After a quick nod to Walter, he blocked her path."Ms. Rearden, so sorry to bother you, but are you checking out or staying longer? Could you please settle your bill at the front desk?"That was when it hit her—this was a hotel under Gordon Group.Despite falling out of favor, everyone still knew her as Mrs. Walter Gordon, and the manager had even