Chapter 495
The document was structured like a personal journal.
When Evelyn clicked on it, the first thing that caught her eye was the date at the top.
It was from three years ago—the day after her supposed death.
The contents left her speechless.
[I never imagined you'd leave me like this. You wouldn’t, right? This has to be a cruel joke. Stop playing games, Evelyn. It’s not funny.]
[You swore you’d love me forever, that you’d never let me go. How could your "forever" be so short? I refuse to believe it. I won’t accept it.]
[You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Making sure I never forget you, making sure I ache for you every single day. You’re cunning, but I won’t fall for it.]
[Evelyn…]
[Evelyn…]
The rest of the document was just her name, repeated over and over.
Her fingers trembled slightly over the mouse.
Though the words on the screen were clear, Evelyn couldn’t fathom what Alexander must have felt when he wrote them.
She didn’t understand why he would pour his emotions into this digital space.
It was as if he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—accept that she was gone.
The words carried the weight of a man on the edge of collapse.
Evelyn stared at the screen, stunned. The timestamp was undeniable proof—this wasn’t fabricated.
Her gaze flickered to the countless other files in the folder.
She hesitated, her finger hovering over the mouse, reluctant to open another.
Just then, an employee approached. "Mr. Blackwood is here, Miss Prescott."
There was a knowing smirk in her tone.
"He says he’s here to pick up his wife."
Evelyn’s jaw tightened.
She quickly closed the file, pulling up the divorce agreement from the browsing history before printing it.
"I’m not his wife. There’s nothing left between us." Her voice was sharp as she rolled up the papers and headed downstairs.
The moment she stepped into the lobby, her breath hitched.
Alexander stood there, holding an extravagant bouquet of blood-red roses, his presence commanding the room.
His striking features—the sharp cut of his jaw, the dark intensity of his eyes—made him impossible to ignore.
And right now, those obsidian depths softened as they locked onto her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The sight of him, so effortlessly magnetic, had women nearby sighing dreamily.
"Goodness, he’s gorgeous!"
"That’s Alexander Blackwood!"
"Even after all this time, he’s still so romantic with Miss Prescott."
"She’s so lucky."
Evelyn clenched her fists.
It was public knowledge that she had married him as Vivian Prescott.
But whether she was Evelyn Sinclair or Vivian now, she was done with this man.
Alexander stepped forward, his gaze tender as he offered her the roses. "Let’s go get Ethan from school, Evelyn."
She tightened her grip on the divorce papers.
For a moment, she considered throwing them in his face right then.
Instead, she forced a cold smile.
"Fine. Let’s go."