Chapter 481

The moment Alexander finished speaking, the entire crowd gasped in shock.

During the Blackwood Enterprises press conference years ago, they had learned that Evelyn was the true Montgomery heiress. That revelation had stunned them, but Alexander's current statement left them utterly speechless.

Everyone knew the heir to Willowbrook's wealthiest family had been infatuated with Victoria Lancaster. So why was he suddenly declaring his love for Evelyn Sinclair?

Evelyn was supposed to be the woman he despised most.

"Mr. Blackwood, are you saying you've always loved your ex-wife Evelyn Sinclair, not Victoria Lancaster?" A bold journalist broke the tense silence.

"Only half correct," Alexander replied, his gaze softening as it landed on Evelyn. "I don't have an ex-wife. I've only ever had one wife."

The reporters exchanged confused glances. "But Mr. Blackwood, you divorced Evelyn Sinclair three years ago—"

"We faced challenges in our marriage, but I can assure you she remains my lawfully wedded wife to this day."

The journalists fell into stunned silence, their pens hovering uncertainly over notepads.

Evelyn maintained her composure, though her heartbeat quickened at his words.

What had he just said?

That she was still his legal wife?

He'd been the one who forced her to sign those divorce papers. How could their marriage still be valid?

After a prolonged silence, the same journalist ventured carefully, "Mr. Blackwood, even if that's true, we must remind you that Evelyn Sinclair reportedly passed away three years ago. Surely—"

"You're mistaken." Alexander cut him off firmly. "My wife is very much alive."

What?

The crowd erupted in murmurs as Alexander began moving through the parting sea of reporters.

All eyes followed his path to where Evelyn stood in the distance.

Her statuesque figure and striking features were unmistakable—this was the Evelyn Sinclair they remembered.

Yet she carried herself differently now. Gone was the simple girl from years past. In her place stood a woman radiating confidence and regal bearing.

The journalists recognized that face immediately. Wasn't this Vivian Prescott, founder and lead designer of Lady Belle?

Was Vivian Prescott actually Evelyn Sinclair?

The realization struck the crowd simultaneously.

Before Evelyn could react, Alexander was before her, his voice tender as spring rain. "Evelyn, I was wrong. I hurt you deeply and made you suffer. I know forgiveness won't come easily, but please give me another chance to love you properly."

The journalists surged forward with their questions:

"Miss Prescott, are you truly Evelyn Sinclair?"

"Reports claimed you succumbed to a terminal illness. How did you survive?"

"Victoria Lancaster stole your identity and inheritance. What's your response?"

"If you never divorced Mr. Blackwood, will you reconcile with him?"

The barrage of questions overwhelmed Evelyn's senses.

Under the weight of countless expectant stares, she met Alexander's hopeful gaze with unwavering calm.