Chapter 7

Victoria's face contorted with rage as she screamed at Evelyn, jealousy twisting her features into something monstrous.

Evelyn merely smirked, unfazed. "As Alexander's wife, it's my pleasure to handle his troubles for him."

"Evelyn! You—you're despicable!" Victoria spat.

"I could never compare to you, Vic." Evelyn's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Drugging Alexander just to trap him into marriage? Tell me, did he refuse to touch you when he was sober?"

Victoria's expression faltered for a split second before she schooled her features into haughty indifference.

"Alexander adores me," she sneered. "He can't keep his hands off me. Every night, he's in my bed—unlike you. Pathetic little wife, waiting alone at home while your husband avoids you."

Her words were venomous. Then, with a flourish, she slammed a stack of papers onto the table.

"Divorce papers. Alexander wants you to sign them. Hurry up. He never wants to see a worthless, low-class woman like you again."

Evelyn had built walls around her heart, but they cracked at the sight of those papers.

Divorce.

Alexander wanted to end their marriage.

Ice flooded her veins, sharp and suffocating. She'd known this day would come—but not so soon.

Alexander loved Victoria. In this twisted game, Evelyn had already lost.

Watching Evelyn pale, Victoria let out a cruel laugh. "Look at you. Alexander would never love someone like you. He told me you're the most repulsive woman he's ever met. Marrying you was the biggest mistake of his life!"

Victoria stepped closer, sneering down at Evelyn, who still stared at the papers.

Then, without warning, Evelyn snatched them up—and tore them to shreds.

She flung the pieces into Victoria's face, a cold smile on her lips. "Tell Alexander I'll haunt him even from the grave. You want me to divorce him? Dream on."

Victoria's shock turned to fury. "How dare you, you little bitch! Do you have a death wish?"

Her mask slipped completely as she raised her hand to strike—but Evelyn moved faster.

The slap echoed through the room.

"Listen well, Victoria," Evelyn hissed. "I'll never sign those papers. And I'll make sure Alexander sees you for the vicious snake you are."

Her body trembled, but her voice didn't waver.

Any illusion of sisterhood between them was gone. Only hatred remained.

"You'll regret this!" Victoria shrieked, clutching her cheek. She stormed out, leaving Evelyn alone.

Evelyn sank onto the bed, pain flaring through her weakened body.

Minutes later, Victoria returned—but this time, she collapsed dramatically to the floor, tears streaming.

"Evie, please," she sobbed. "I'm sorry! Don't be angry with me. Blame me all you want—but not the baby. This is Alexander's child."

Evelyn froze.

Then she saw him—Alexander, standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

And she understood.

This was Victoria's final move.