Chapter 313

Evelyn Sinclair never expected Alexander Blackwood to push her away so effortlessly. The shock left her speechless.

She heard Alexander call out "Vivian Prescott" with palpable anxiety. That tone—so full of worry and tenderness—had once belonged to her alone.

Now, it was directed at another woman.

What stunned Evelyn even more was seeing Victoria Lancaster sprawled on the floor, looking fragile and wronged, as if she'd been shoved down.

"Why are you sitting there?" Alexander strode toward Victoria, dropping to one knee. His expression softened with rare concern.

Victoria lifted her eyes, glancing pointedly at Evelyn behind him.

"If I told you this refined Miss Lancaster pushed me, would you believe me?" Her voice was sweetly innocent, her gaze locked onto Alexander’s.

Evelyn’s fists clenched. "Vivian, how dare you lie? I never touched you! You’re the one who ruined the dinner I prepared for Alexander—you even hit me!"

Her voice cracked as she clutched Alexander’s arm. "Alexander, don’t let her fool you. She attacked me! I didn’t lay a finger on her. You believe me, don’t you?"

She searched his face, desperate for reassurance.

But Alexander ignored her. Instead, he reached for Victoria, helping her up with surprising gentleness.

"Ow!" Victoria winced.

Alexander’s gaze dropped to the bruise on her leg—the one from the car accident that morning.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"I’ll take care of it." His arm slid around her waist, guiding her to the sofa with meticulous care.

Evelyn’s chest burned. Envy, jealousy, and hatred twisted inside her.

When Alexander retrieved the first-aid kit, her composure shattered.

"Alexander, you’d really choose to believe this scheming witch over me?" She jabbed a finger at Victoria. "Can’t you see she’s faking?"

Alexander paused, the antiseptic wipe in his hand. "Faking? The car accident was fake? Her saving Ethan was fake? This wound—also fake?" His voice was ice.

Evelyn’s mouth opened, but no words came.

Victoria smirked, dimples flashing. "Miss Lancaster, you’ve always thought I wanted to steal Alexander from you. That’s why you target me. But the truth has a way of revealing itself. Alexander knows what you’ve done. A few lies won’t change that."

"You—!" Evelyn nearly lunged at her.

Rage choked her. She had always been the one manipulating others. When had the tables turned?

How dare you, Vivian Prescott!

Her nails dug into her palms as she glared at Victoria’s smug face.

"Go reflect on your actions," Alexander dismissed coldly.

Evelyn trembled with fury. But all she could do was force out a sob. "After all these years together, you’d betray me like this? I’m heartbroken!"

She covered her face and fled, tears streaming.

Alexander didn’t even glance after her. His focus remained on Victoria’s injury.

But Victoria watched Evelyn go, satisfaction curling her lips.

That felt good.