Chapter 352

Eleanor didn't stop Evelyn when she made her declaration.

Evelyn wheeled her luggage into Alexander's mansion. Without keys, the housekeeper had to let her in.

The staff had heard about Evelyn and Alexander's wedding. "Madam, you've returned," the housekeeper stammered.

Evelyn's lips curved at the title.

Even with their ceremony interrupted, her status remained unchanged.

Everyone in Willowbrook knew Evelyn Sinclair was Alexander Blackwood's wife.

She sauntered upstairs, only to find Alexander's bedroom locked.

Footsteps echoed from below. "Sir, you're home. Madam just arrived too."

"Madam?" Alexander frowned, glancing at the woman beside him.

The housekeeper flushed when she noticed Vivian Prescott clinging to Alexander's arm.

"Go prepare dinner," Alexander dismissed her.

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper scurried away.

Silence engulfed the grand estate - until Evelyn's saccharine voice shattered it.

"Alexander, you're back—"

Her voice faltered mid-sentence.

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Seeing Alexander's fingers intertwined with Vivian's, Evelyn's face darkened.

"So you're this 'madam'?" Vivian arched an eyebrow. "What kind of madam exactly?"

Evelyn's smile twitched as she fought for composure. She approached Alexander with wounded eyes. "Our wedding might've been disrupted, but we're still married." She shot Vivian a venomous look. "I'm Mrs. Blackwood. In every sense of the word."

"In every sense?" Vivian chuckled before tilting her head. "Alexander, I'm parched. That bubble tea shop on Diamond Boulevard - would you fetch me their signature drink?"

"Anything for you." Alexander's reply came instantly, his gaze softening as it traced Vivian's features.

Evelyn's chest constricted watching Alexander prioritize Vivian's casual request over her presence.

Vivian smirked as Alexander turned to leave.

"Vivian Prescott!"

Once the door closed, Evelyn's restraint shattered.

"You scheming witch! How dare you seduce my husband so brazenly?"

Vivian turned slowly, unfazed by the outburst. "Better brazen than two-faced. At least I'm honest about my intentions. And Alexander clearly prefers me this way."

"You—" Evelyn trembled with rage. "You homewrecking harlot!"

"If I'm a harlot, what does that make you, Evelyn?" Vivian countered. "I warned you that night. Told you you'd regret forcing my attendance. Yet you arrogantly claimed I couldn't compete. See how that turned out?"

Evelyn's eyes widened with realization. "I knew it! This was your plan all along! You plotted to steal Alexander from me! Why? Why target my man, you vile—"

Her slap never landed. Vivian intercepted her wrist mid-air, delivering a stinging counter-slap instead.

Vivian tightened her grip, eyes flashing dangerously. "Why? You dare ask why? Evelyn, have you forgotten your own sins?"