Chapter 331

The memory of stumbling upon Alexander purchasing an extravagant bouquet of crimson roses still haunted Evelyn. At the time, she had assumed he was seeing other women behind Victoria’s back.

She had followed him discreetly, only to watch as he carried those roses to the cemetery.

Back then, she hadn’t dared to follow further, leaving the reason behind his visit a mystery. No matter how much she had tried to uncover the truth afterward, she had found nothing.

Today wasn’t a coincidence either. She had been watching him—always watching.

When she noticed him entering the florist again, she had orchestrated this "chance" encounter.

Lost in thought, she barely registered Alexander opening the car door for her.

Evelyn blinked, snapping back to reality as she stepped out.

She feigned curiosity, glancing around before her gaze landed on the bouquet of roses now clutched in Alexander’s hands.

So, he really was visiting someone here.

"Does the person you're bringing flowers to work nearby?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Alexander lowered his gaze, a faint smile touching his lips. "No. She rests here."

Evelyn’s pulse stuttered.

"If you don’t mind, you can come with me," he said, turning away before she could respond.

He moved forward with practiced ease, as if he had walked this path a thousand times. His expression darkened, weighed down by memories.

He scoffed inwardly at his own foolishness—the irreversible pain he had inflicted on Evelyn.

She had loved him so deeply, so selflessly.

Her love had been like a fragile bloom in the shadows, enduring and unyielding.

And he had left it to wither in the cold.

Evelyn followed in silence, her heart pounding with each step.

Her eyes flickered toward her grandfather’s grave, the memory of that stormy day flashing through her mind—Alexander, chisel in hand, shattering the tombstone, scattering the ashes of her and their child.

His merciless eyes, his icy declaration that he would never regret it.

Her fists clenched, nails biting into her palms as fury burned through her veins.

Watching his broad back ahead of her, her fingers trembled, her vision blurring with unshed tears.

Alexander, all I ever did was love you. Why did you destroy me?

You could have hurt me, humiliated me—but why did you take our child from me?

Are you truly that heartless?

Or is Victoria the only one who matters to you? Did she strip you of your humanity?

Lost in her rage, she didn’t notice when Alexander stopped. She collided with him, stumbling back before catching herself.

When she looked up, his face was rigid, his expression twisted in something akin to horror.

Following his gaze, she saw him stride toward a particular grave—one that had been viciously desecrated.

The tomb was split open, the headstone shattered beyond recognition.

Before she could speak, Alexander flung the roses aside and dropped to his knees, frantically searching through the wreckage like a man possessed.

His panic was palpable, his movements erratic—a side of him she had never seen before.

Her chest ached as she watched him unravel.

Whoever rested here mattered deeply to him.

A woman, no doubt.

The realization twisted inside her, bitter and mocking.

She couldn’t help the hollow laugh that escaped her lips.