Chapter 401

Alexander's sudden kiss left Evelyn breathless.

His confession of love echoed in her ears.

He claimed to love a woman who bore the face of the ex-wife he had once despised.

It was absurd.

You never showed me kindness when I worshipped the ground you walked on.

Now that my heart is nothing but ashes, how dare you speak of love?

Too late, Alexander Blackwood.

Even if you've fallen for me now, it won't erase the scars you carved into my soul.

Feigning discomfort, Evelyn turned her face away, breaking the kiss.

Yet, she had "joyfully" accepted his marriage proposal.

Gazing at the endless ocean, she let the waves mirror the storm of hatred in her heart.

This is your debt to me, Alexander. And now, you will repay it.

Alexander's chest tightened as he studied the enchanting curve of Evelyn's lips, the light in his eyes dimming.

Had he realized sooner, perhaps he wouldn't have lost the woman he loved to the cruelty of time.

Now, she was gone—forever.

Evelyn...

If we could start over, would you still choose to love me?

The wedding took place the next day.

In the grandest ballroom of Blackwood Enterprises' most luxurious hotel, Evelyn stood radiant in a seven-figure wedding gown, a diamond tiara glinting atop her head.

Clutching a bouquet, she walked toward the impeccably suited Alexander beneath the admiring gazes of the elite.

The chandelier's light refracted around her, casting an ethereal glow as she ascended the steps.

Alexander couldn't help but recall their first wedding six years ago as he took in the poised elegance of the woman before him.

His pulse quickened. His gaze softened.

Meanwhile, in the prison cafeteria, Victoria Lancaster froze mid-step as the live broadcast of Evelyn and Alexander's wedding played on the television.

Her grip on the tray tightened until her knuckles turned white.

This was the wedding she was supposed to have! The man she had schemed and clawed to possess!

All these years of victory, only for Evelyn to snatch everything back in the end.

No.

She refused to accept this.

She would not let this be her ending!

With a scream, Victoria hurled the tray to the ground. "You bitch! Evelyn Sinclair, you'll pay for this!"

Her eyes burned with venomous rage.

A burly inmate nearby scowled, rolling up her sleeves. "Who the hell do you think you're yelling at?"

Before Victoria could react, a fist collided with her face.

She shrieked as two more blows landed, curling into a ball as kicks rained down.

"Not my face! Don't ruin my face!" she begged, but her pleas only fueled their brutality.

Through swollen eyes, she caught a glimpse of the screen—Alexander sliding a ring onto Evelyn's finger.

Envy and hatred twisted inside her like a knife.

Blood trickled from her split lip as she spat out the name like a curse.

"Evelyn Sinclair!"

The ceremony concluded in perfection, marking another step in Evelyn's carefully crafted revenge.