Chapter 166

The moment Evelyn heard that voice, fury ignited in her chest.

For three long years, she had endured Alexander's cold indifference. Now, this woman had the audacity to waltz in and steal his attention? It made her blood boil.

But after the incident at Golden Arches, Evelyn had been working hard to control her temper. She forced a sweet smile. "So you're Vivian Prescott, the woman who's been getting awfully close to my fiancé lately—"

She turned as she spoke, but the words died in her throat the second she saw that face.

Her breath hitched.

Eyes wide, she stared in disbelief.

"H-how—Evelyn?!" Victoria stumbled back, her voice trembling. "This isn't possible!"

Her mind screamed in denial.

That blind wretch burned to ashes years ago! There's no way she's standing here now!

Impossible!

Vivian watched the panic flicker across Victoria's face with quiet satisfaction.

So you do know fear, Victoria Lancaster.

"Miss Lancaster, are you alright?" Vivian took a step forward, her tone dripping with false concern. "You look pale. Should I call a doctor?"

Victoria flinched away as if burned.

Vivian smirked. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." She tilted her head. "Do I frighten you that much?"

Victoria finally regained her composure, her expression twisting into something ugly. "Evelyn. You're supposed to be dead."

Her gaze raked over Vivian's flawless face. "How are you alive? Your eyes, your scars—" How are they gone?!

Vivian feigned confusion. "Oh dear, you're mistaking me for that poor deceased Evelyn, just like Mr. Blackwood did."

Victoria narrowed her eyes. "You're saying... you're not Evelyn?"

Vivian laughed lightly, adjusting her stance in her designer heels. She towered over Victoria, looking down with amusement. "Take a good look, Miss Lancaster. Do I really resemble your late sister that much?"

Victoria studied her for a long moment before scoffing. "You do look similar, but you're nothing like Evie." Her lips curled in disdain. "My sister was meek and obedient. She would never shamelessly chase after another woman's fiancé!"

She made sure to say it loud enough for the entire boutique to hear.

Heads turned. Whispers started.

Vivian didn't flinch.

"Vivian Prescott," Victoria hissed, stepping closer. "Let me make this clear—if you value your reputation, stay away from Alexander. I won't let anyone ruin my marriage."

Her threat hung in the air, sharp as a blade.

Vivian merely smiled.