Chapter 28

Selling Herself?

Evelyn had never mentioned selling her body, yet Victoria jumped to that conclusion instantly.

Alexander's piercing gaze darkened, his expression turning thunderous. He looked like a demon emerging from the abyss, ready to tear Evelyn apart with his bare hands.

She had really stooped this low.

She would sell herself to any man for money.

And yet, she had shamelessly claimed she had only ever been with him.

How pathetic.

"Evelyn, listen to me. Go home. If you don’t, Alexander will lose his temper. I won’t be able to stop him when that happens."

Victoria’s sickeningly sweet voice made Evelyn’s skin crawl.

She scoffed, amused. "Home? Do I even have one left? Or has it already been taken over by a shameless mistress like you?"

Victoria’s smile faltered, her lips twitching. She turned to Alexander with wounded eyes.

"Alexander, don’t be angry with Evelyn. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have fallen so hopelessly in love with you. This is all on me."

The act was nauseating, yet Alexander, as if blinded, pulled her into his arms.

"Don’t be ridiculous. How is any of this your fault? The one I’ve loved all along is you. The only person at fault here is this delusional woman who forced her way into my bed."

"The one I’ve loved all along is you."

Those words crushed Evelyn’s heart beneath an iron heel.

Since when had Victoria been the love of his life?

She distinctly remembered the boy who had once stood against the sunset, whispering to her, "Evelyn, meeting you was the luckiest thing to ever happen to me. You’re the one I love most."

The pain was unbearable—not just in her heart, but in the tumor that threatened to take her life at any moment.

She couldn’t stand to look at them any longer. But as she turned to leave, she collided with someone.

Dazed, she fumbled with the bottle in her hand. The expensive wine—worth millions—shattered on the floor with a deafening crash.

Evelyn paled.

Before she could react, a rough hand seized her wrist and yanked her away.

"Evelyn, it’s been a while."

The familiar, slimy voice sent a chill down her spine.

She looked up and met the revolting face of Dominic Fletcher—her former tormentor, the man who had once assaulted her while Victoria watched with a smirk.

Now, Victoria feigned shock. "Oh my, isn’t this Evelyn’s ex-boyfriend? I remember you used to stay over at her place all the time."

The air turned frigid.

Evelyn wanted to laugh. Since when had Dominic been her ex?

"Evelyn, it’s been too long. Since we’ve run into each other, why don’t we… rekindle things?" Dominic played along, his grin predatory as he yanked her against him.

Weak from pain, Evelyn couldn’t break free.

"Let go of me!" She struggled desperately.

"What’s wrong, Evelyn? You weren’t like this back then. Did I not pay you enough? A hundred wasn’t sufficient? How about two hundred this time?"

"Shut up! Dominic, shut your mouth! I don’t even—"

"Don’t pretend you don’t know me. We were very close. I still remember that mole on your left breast."