Chapter 132

Evelyn watched as Alexander made his solemn vow to Victoria. The words were simple, yet they pierced her heart like shards of glass.

It seemed fate had destined them to walk separate paths.

Tears welled in Evelyn's eyes as she saw Victoria gazing at Alexander, her face streaked with tears. "Alexander, are you serious? You'll really marry me?"

Alexander's expression softened. "Of course. I always keep my promises."

"Alexander, we won't have to hide anymore—" Victoria threw herself into his arms, sobbing dramatically against his chest.

Then, she turned her head just enough to flash Evelyn a triumphant, venomous smirk.

Beside them, Eleanor Kingsley smirked in satisfaction before shooting Evelyn a look of pure loathing.

Evelyn's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she fought back the suffocating pain. She turned on her heel and strode away.

Alexander noticed her retreating figure. Gently disentangling himself from Victoria, he moved as if to follow.

Victoria clutched his sleeve. "Alexander, are you hesitating because of her?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he murmured, his voice cool. "I just need to finalize the divorce. You should get your wound treated."

Without another glance, he walked away.

Despite his words, doubt flickered in Victoria's eyes. But with Eleanor watching, she had no choice but to maintain her fragile, innocent act.

Evelyn stormed out of the hospital, her steps unsteady. A metallic taste filled her mouth—she was choking back blood.

Fumbling for a tissue, she pressed it to her lips. The crimson stain glowed ominously under the streetlights. These episodes were becoming more frequent. Time was running out.

Her vision blurred as she stared at the endless row of lights, each one a cruel reminder of the love she'd once believed in.

She had clung to the memories—their reunion, the stolen moments, the whispered promises. She had thought, at least, those had been real.

But now she knew the truth.

He had played the same game with someone else.

Evelyn tilted her head back, blinking rapidly. What had she been holding onto? A dream? A fantasy of a perfect future?

Pathetic.

She wiped her eyes roughly, steeling herself to leave—when his voice stopped her cold.

"Evelyn."

She froze, crumpling the bloodied tissue in her fist before quickening her pace.

Alexander caught her wrist. "What are you hiding?"

She yanked her hand free. "None of your business."

"None?" His voice was dangerously soft. "So the divorce is exactly what you wanted? You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

Evelyn laughed bitterly. "Mr. Blackwood, isn't this what you and your beloved have been dreaming of?"

A strange shadow crossed his face. "Then you don't want this? You still love me?"

His gaze burned into her, demanding an answer.

Evelyn met his eyes, her voice steady. "Alexander, I don't love you anymore. But I won't sign those papers."