Chapter 353

Evelyn's eyes widened as she stared at the woman before her, completely at a loss.

Her breath hitched when she met that piercing, arrogant gaze.

"You—Vivian, what are you implying? What does my past have to do with you?"

"Doesn't it?" Victoria stepped closer, her face inches away. "Look at me. Can you honestly say, without a shred of guilt, that what you've done has nothing to do with me?"

Evelyn's pulse spiked.

The face in front of her was a ghost from the past—the woman she had driven to her death.

Her throat tightened, fear locking her in place.

"Y-You—Evelyn—"

A cold smirk curled Victoria's lips at Evelyn's terror.

"Finally remembering? Do you recall how you shamelessly inserted yourself into Evelyn and Alexander's marriage? How you schemed against her, burdening her until her last breath?"

Victoria's eyes burned with icy fury. The hatred in her chest was a wildfire, scorching Evelyn where she stood.

"Don't act so victimized now. You ruined someone else's life—did you really think karma wouldn't come for you?"

Evelyn's shock twisted into rage.

She yanked her hand back, eyes darkening. "Vivian, you’ve done your homework. Dug up my past, have you?"

Her jaw clenched. "If I hadn’t seen you seducing Alexander myself, I’d think you were that worthless, pathetic Evelyn Sinclair who deserved to die!"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes before fixing Victoria with a venomous glare. "So what now? Trying to scare me with that face? You think I’m afraid? Even if that bitch crawled out of her grave, I’d send her back—just like I did with her bastard child!"

The truth struck like a blade.

Victoria’s heart shattered. The pain was unbearable, the hatred suffocating. She wanted to tear this monster apart.

Then—the door slammed open.

Evelyn froze, a wave of icy dread crashing over her.

She spun around.

Alexander stood there, fury radiating from him like a storm.

The blood drained from Evelyn’s face.

"A-Alexander," she stammered. "W-Why are you back so soon?"

His expression was glacial. Each step forward was heavy with barely restrained rage.

Evelyn’s knees trembled.

"What. Did. You. Say?" His voice was lethally quiet.

She swallowed hard. This was the calm before destruction.

"I—This bitch slapped me!" Evelyn clutched her cheek, eyes welling with crocodile tears. "Alexander, you have to defend me!"

But his gaze never wavered—cold, unyielding.

Her act faltered.

"I-I was just talking nonsense! She provoked me! I only wanted to scare her into leaving you!"

"Such creative threats, Miss Lancaster." Victoria’s voice trembled with feigned fear. "First, you wanted to disfigure me like you did Evelyn. Then, you bragged about strangling her child. Alexander, I’m terrified."

She rushed to his side, pressing against him, her earlier fierceness melting into vulnerability.

Evelyn’s jaw dropped.

This Vivian Prescott was even more skilled at manipulation than she was.