Chapter 443

Margaret Blackwood's face drained of color. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the stunning yet icy woman before her, disbelief written across her features.

Eleanor Kingsley frowned, confused by Margaret's reaction—and even more so by Evelyn Sinclair's words.

"Aunt Margaret, are you—?"

"W-What did you just say?" Margaret ignored Eleanor. Her trembling finger pointed at Evelyn. "Say it again. W-Who are you?"

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, unbothered by Margaret's terror.

She arched a brow, her piercing gaze locking onto Margaret's.

"It happened right here that day. You said I could only be part of the Blackwoods and marry Alexander if the dead could rise again. Well, here I am—a 'dead woman' standing before you. Surprised?"

Margaret's heart lurched. She shot up from her seat, panic clawing at her throat. "Y-Y-You're not Vivian Prescott!"

Evelyn smirked. "Has it only been three years? Did you forget me so quickly, dearest mother-in-law?"

Margaret's breath hitched.

Evelyn rose gracefully, her every step radiating power as she closed the distance between them.

Margaret stumbled back, her spine hitting the decorative shelf behind her.

"Stay away from me!" Her voice cracked with fear. "Get back!"

Evelyn chuckled darkly. "How else will you see me clearly?"

Margaret flinched, her gaze darting away.

Evelyn seized her wrist, yanking her forward until they were face-to-face. "Look at me, Margaret. Is this the face you despised so much?"

Margaret trembled violently.

"See me now? I'm the daughter-in-law you scorned—Evelyn Sinclair."

Margaret's pulse skyrocketed. She couldn't breathe.

But those frost-laden eyes, brimming with hatred, left no doubt—Vivian Prescott was Evelyn Sinclair.

Eleanor gasped, realization dawning.

Evelyn Sinclair?

Alexander's ex-wife?

Aunt Margaret said she died three years ago!

How is she alive?!

"M-M-Mad—Evelyn... It's really you...?" Margaret whispered, her voice hollow.

"Disappointed?" Evelyn released her wrist with a cold smile.

The moment she was free, Margaret scrambled behind Eleanor, too terrified to meet Evelyn's gaze.