Chapter 580

Lucas turned and slid into the car.

The Whitmores had spared no expense for this lavish banquet.

To secure the venue, Tristan had purchased the entire Grandeur Hotel for the night.

The opulent decorations made it seem like this was his first wedding—not a remarriage.

After exchanging pleasantries at the entrance, Evelyn entered on Lucas’s arm.

A wedding portrait of Tristan and his bride dominated the foyer.

The groom wore a crisp white tuxedo, his expression radiant with unconcealed joy.

The bride, Vivian Lockwood, was stunning—her delicate features framed by soft curls. But her smile in the photo seemed forced. Maybe the photographer had caught her at a bad moment.

Evelyn hadn’t heard much about her.

The Lockwoods weren’t particularly wealthy, but they had strong ties to the Sterling family.

Lucas studied the photo and sighed, shaking his head.

"Vivian married Tristan when her family was on the brink of bankruptcy. After the wedding, they went completely under."

Evelyn blinked, certain she’d misheard.

Marriages like this were usually meant to save a failing business. Why hadn’t it worked?

Lucas lowered his voice. "When Tristan wanted a divorce, he pulled every dirty trick in the book—all covered up by his father. Vivian found out eventually, and they split. Never thought they’d remarry."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. This sounded like a bad soap opera. That poor woman.

Tristan and Vivian stood at the entrance, greeting guests. He beamed; she offered only a faint smile, her hand lightly resting on his arm.

They looked picture-perfect.

Not a trace of resentment between them. As if they’d always been happy.

"Ms. Sterling, Mr. Sterling—what an honor."

Tristan extended a hand. Lucas shook it, his expression flawlessly neutral. "Congratulations. You make a striking couple."

Tristan’s grin widened.

Vivian, however, merely lifted her gaze to Lucas, her smile polite but silent.

Then she noticed Evelyn and nodded in greeting.

Evelyn returned the gesture.

She was here for business, not drama.

Behind her, Nathan approached, clapping Tristan on the shoulder. "Congratulations."

He meant it. This gave him hope for his own tangled situation.

When he and Evelyn remarried, he’d make it even grander. Media coverage. A global spectacle.

Evelyn and Lucas moved past without acknowledging him.

Tristan shot Nathan a smug look. "Tsk. You’re moving too slow, Blackwood."

Nathan’s glare could’ve frozen lava.

If this weren’t Tristan’s wedding day, he’d have punched him.

Vivian excused herself with a gentle smile. "I’ll tend to the guests."

Tristan squeezed her hand. "Rest if you need to. Don’t push yourself."

She nodded and walked away.

Tristan watched her go, his gaze lingering.

Left alone, the two men spoke more freely.

Nathan scowled. "Can’t you stare at her at home?"

Tristan chuckled. "If you can’t win Evelyn back, just marry someone else."