Chapter 160

"Thank you."

The whispered words lingered in his ear like a ghost's touch. Yet they struck Alexander Blackwood's heart like a sledgehammer.

When his gaze fell upon that breathtaking face before him, Alexander turned to stone. In that single heartbeat, all sensation abandoned him.

He wondered if this was some cruel dream.

The vision before him was painfully beautiful.

Agonizingly familiar!

"Evelyn!"

Her name tore through his mind like a scream.

His heart, dormant for three long years, jolted violently awake.

Vivian Prescott watched Alexander's reaction with quiet amusement dancing in her eyes. "Surprised, Alexander?"

"Your despised ex-wife isn't dead after all."

"But I'm no longer that foolish Evelyn Sinclair who loved you to the point of self-destruction."

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"Excuse me, Mr. Blackwood. I have pressing matters to attend to." Vivian withdrew her hand gracefully, brushing past him with effortless poise.

The moment her warmth left his grasp, reality crashed back. Her intoxicating perfume enveloped him as he spun to watch her stride toward the side exit.

Without hesitation, Alexander pursued.

The crowd below the stage erupted in murmurs. Though some had seen Evelyn before, three years had erased her from public memory.

They only saw a striking beauty who seemed... hauntingly familiar.

Neon lights painted the night city in kaleidoscopic hues.

Vivian had barely stepped outside when she spotted Alexander's reflection in a parked car's side mirror. His expression was thunderous, unreadable.

"Evelyn!" His voice cracked through the night.

A secret smile played on her lips as she continued walking, watching his pursuit through peripheral glances. His hand shot out, capturing her wrist.

"Evelyn!" The name burst from him, raw with disbelief.

She stopped. Innocent confusion washed over her features. "Mr. Blackwood, why are you following me? Why are you touching me?"

Alexander's dark eyes bored into hers. The night shadows carved his face into something primal. "Evelyn, you're alive!" His grip tightened.

As if she might vanish like morning mist.

He wouldn't lose her again. Not this time.

Vivian tilted her head. "Mr. Blackwood, you're mistaken. My name is Vivian Prescott."

His gaze darkened further. "You are! You're Evelyn!"

He studied her eyes. Even if this was some doppelgänger, no one else possessed those soul-piercing depths.

After a calculated pause, Vivian laughed lightly. "I've heard Evelyn was your monstrous ex-wife. Do I resemble her? Did you chase me because you thought your hated wife returned from the grave?"