Evelyn’s pov ;
I thought about all those times when we would fight. It was always me who gave in first, always me who sought to make peace. I was always so humble, so desperate to keep the peace, to make our relationship work. Maybe that was what gave him the power to cheat, to betray me so easily. I remembered how my father, on his deathbed, asked Hunter 's grandmother to take care of me and my sister when we were kids. Which was how she made Hunter marry me. At the time, maybe it seemed like a perfect solution to her. Hunter and I had known each other for years. We had grown up together, and I believed that with time, he would fall in love with me after marriage. But now, it all felt like a cruel joke. He had never treated me badly, but he had also never shown me the love I craved. I always told myself that love would come in time, and that he would eventually see me as more than just an obligation. I thought back to how close Hunter and Sophia had always been. They were inseparable, best friends who had studied together in the same school and college. I never saw the signs, never suspected that their bond could turn into something more. But I never once imagined that it would lead to an affair. The more I thought about it, the more I realised how blind I had been. I wanted so badly to believe in our marriage, to believe that Hunter would eventually love me. But he proved me wrong. I feel betrayed not just by him but by my own naivety. "I want a divorce," I stated plainly. His reaction was immediate and explosive. "A divorce? Are you out of your mind? We’re not getting a divorce!" "Why not?" I shot back, my anger rising. "You don’t love me. You said it yourself. What’s the point of staying together if you don’t love me? You should divorce me and marry Sophia." His face darkened, his eyes blazing with fury. "You have gone mad!” he snapped. "You’re being irrational. You should get some rest and forget about all this nonsense." I felt a cold, numbing pain spread through my chest. He thinks my feelings are nonsense. He doesn't care about my pain, but he was quick to defend Sophia, quick to prioritise her feelings over mine. "How can you say that?" I looked straight into his aggressive eyes which were aggressive. "You didn't even investigate the situation. You trusted Sophia without question but not me. You don’t value me at all. You don’t care how much pain I’m in. All you care about is defending her." His expression hardened. "This conversation is over. I won’t come back home tonight. Hopefully, you’ll have calmed down by tomorrow." He stormed out, leaving me standing there, my heart shattering all over again. But at that moment, I knew what I had to do. He might dismiss my feelings as nonsense, but I won't anymore. I called the lawyer and told him to prepare the divorce papers. The next day, I signed them and packed my things. As I closed the door behind me for the last time, I took a deep breath. It was over. I was free to rebuild, free to find my own happiness. And as painful as it was, I knew I had made the right choice. **** A few days later, I met with Vinni, my friend and the current manager of my company, Galaxy Gemstone. Before marrying Hunter , I had built Galaxy Gemstone from the ground up. When I married him, I handed the reins to Vinni. Because she was the only one I trusted, not my sister and not anyone else. Now, I'm ready to reclaim my role and take control of my life again. When I arrived at the office, Vinni welcomed me with open arms. But as soon as she saw my face, her smile faded. "Evelyn, you look terrible. What's going on?" I tried to brush it off, but Vinni wasn't having it. We sat in my office, and I told her everything. As I kept telling her, her expression turned from concern to anger. "Men," she muttered, taking a long sip of her wine. "They’re all the same, deceivable creatures. They take you for granted, thinking they can just waltz in and out of your life as they please." I sighed, my mood was still dark. "I just don’t understand how he could do this to me." She shook her head in disappointment. "Listen to me, Evelyn. Men like Hunter are cowards. They don’t value what they have until it’s gone. They care more about their egos and appearances than about the people they hurt. He doesn't deserve your tears or your pain.” Her words were harsh but true. I nodded, trying to absorb her strength. But the sadness still clung to my heart. I have lost my marriage after all. "Come on," She let out, standing up abruptly. "We’re going out for dinner. You need a change of scenery." We headed to a famous restaurant, she told me. On the way there, my phone rang. It was Hunter . I hesitated before answering, my heart pounding in my chest. "Evelyn, what is this?” His voice was furious. "Divorce papers? Are you serious?" I took a deep breath. "Yes, I’m very serious. I have signed them, now it's yours to sign them.” "Stop being unreasonable and come back home before I do something you won’t like," he threatened. Hearing his tone, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Vinni's words echoed in my mind. Men really are like that. Even now, he wasn’t admitting his mistakes or showing any remorse. He was just ordering me around, trying to control me. "I’m not coming back, Hunter ," I said firmly. His voice grew angrier. "You must come back before Grandma gets to know about this. If her health gets worse because of this, I won't forgive you." He hung up, leaving me seething. It was just like him to use guilt and threats to manipulate me. Vinni glanced over at me. "What did he say?" "He said I have to come back before his grandmother finds out. He threatened me, saying he won’t forgive me if her health gets worse." Vinni snorted. "Of course, he did. Typical. He’s just trying to control you, Evelyn. Don’t let him. You’ve made the right decision, and you need to stand by it." She's right, I'm done letting him control my life. It was time to take back my power and live for myself.Evelyn’s pov ; I thought about it for a moment. Have I made the right decision? Grandma was the only person who had ever shown me love in that house. Leaving her felt like abandoning the one person who truly cared about me. But as we pulled up to the restaurant, any uncertainty I had evaporated in an instant.As we stepped out of the car and approached the entrance, I saw Hunter and Sophia getting out of a car across the street. Sophia's hands were tightly clutched around Hunter 's arm, and he seemed perfectly okay with it. I felt like pulling my hair. How could he be so bold, parading his affair around for everyone to see? Does he think that because I had always been tolerant, I would just accept this too?"Are you okay?" Vinni asked me. Before I could answer, Sophia's voice rang out. "Evelyn, what a surprise to see you here!"Hunter 's face turned pale as he saw me. He sheepishly tried to yank his arm out of Sophia's grip, but it was too late. I laughed bitterly, the sound was h
Evelyn’s pov ; I waited. One day. Then two.Hunter didn’t reply. Not a word, not even a courtesy text.I kept telling myself he’d reach out. That I’d misread the silence, that he was just busy. But the excuses felt hollow, even to me. Why was he silent after cheating on me? Was he ignoring me on purpose? Or was he too busy enjoying the company of my backstabbing sister? I couldn’t take the suspense any longer.The thought of Sophia made my stomach twist. My own sister. My betrayer.I couldn’t take it anymore. Two days of silence was enough. I grabbed my coat and drove back to the house with Vinni’s car. It was technically still my house—or was it? That question haunted me as I pulled into the driveway.The house loomed in front of me, cold and unwelcoming. I hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the car. My palms were clammy, and my heartbeat was erratic. I couldn’t tell if it was anger or fear driving me forward. Maybe both.I rang the doorbell, expecting Hunter to answer,
THIRD POV ; Evelyn returned to Vinni's house, her face pale and her hands trembling. As soon as she stepped inside, she blurted out the news—Hunter was marrying Sophia. Vinni's expression shifted from shock to anger as she pulled Evelyn into a tight hug."Let him marry that snake," Vinni said, her voice laced with venom. "He doesn't deserve you, Evelyn. Never did."Evelyn nodded weakly, her eyes brimming with tears. They spent the evening strategizing, deciding to meet a lawyer the next day to discuss reclaiming their company from Hunter's grasp. But even with a plan in place, Evelyn couldn't sleep that night. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of painful memories. Her ruined past and present seemed to merge into one unbearable reality. Her mother had always favored Sophia, showering her with affection while Evelyn stood in the shadows. Her father had been her only solace, the one person who genuinely cared for her. But even he had betrayed her in a way s
Evelyn pushed open the door to Vinni’s house, her steps heavy and her heart burdened with the weight of her grandfather’s revelations. She found Vinni lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, but the moment she saw Evelyn’s face, she sat up straight. “You look like you’ve been through a war,” Vinni said, concern lacing her voice. Evelyn dropped her bag on the floor and sat beside her. “I think I have.” “What happened?” Vinni asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Evelyn recounted everything—her unexpected meeting with her grandfather, the truth about her father’s downfall, the shocking revelation about Chase Walker, and the 50% shares of Starlink Company now in her name. Vinni listened intently, her brows furrowing deeper with each detail. When Evelyn finished, silence hung in the room for a moment before Vinni finally spoke. “That’s… a lot. No wonder you look like a ghost.” Evelyn nodded. “I feel like my entire life has been a lie. My father… he did
The Caldwell villa was unusually quiet, save for the sharp commands Sophia was barking at the servants. "Get rid of that rug," she snapped, pointing to the intricately woven piece in the corner of the living room. "Evelyn always loved sitting there with her books. And that vase—she picked it out. Toss it. Everything that reminds anyone of her goes. Do you understand?" The servants hesitated for a moment, exchanging nervous glances. Evelyn had been kind to them, always asking after their families and treating them like people rather than mere staff. But Sophia's sharp glare left no room for argument, and they reluctantly obeyed. Sophia watched with satisfaction as each item was hauled away, her lips curling into a slight smirk. This was her moment. Finally, Evelyn's presence would be erased from the house—and from Hunter's life. The sound of the front door opening made her pause. Hunter walked in, loosening his tie, his expression weary. But as his gaze swept the room, his tire
The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of Evelyn's apartment. She sat curled up on the couch, staring blankly at her phone. Her mind was a storm of emotions—confusion, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. Vinni burst in without knocking, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. “You look like hell,” she announced bluntly, setting the cups on the table. Evelyn groaned. “Thanks for the uplifting observation.”“Don’t start,” Vinni shot back, sitting across from her. “We need to talk. I’ve been thinking about Hunter.”Evelyn stiffened at the mention of his name. “Don’t. I don’t want to deal with him anymore. Let’s just... let it go.”Vinni’s eyes narrowed. “Let it go? Are you serious, Evelyn? He messed up your life. You can’t just let him walk away like that.”“What do you want me to do, Vinni?” Evelyn snapped, exasperation creeping into her voice. “Follow him around and demand an apology? Or better yet, challenge him to a duel?”Vinni leaned forward, her expr
Hunter sat in his sleek, glass-walled office, the skyline of the city stretching out before him. The sound of his pen scratching against paper filled the room as he signed one document after another. His brow was furrowed, his focus razor-sharp—until his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen and groaned. It was his best friend, Jake. “Great,” Hunter muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before reluctantly answering. “What do you want?”Jake’s voice boomed on the other end, loud and unapologetic. “Well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour! Mr. Divorced and Loving It! How’s it feel to be single again, buddy?”Hunter scowled, leaning back in his chair. “Jake, I’m busy. Do you ever stop talking nonsense?”“Busy? Come on, don’t tell me you’re already signing another prenup! Give it a week, at least,” Jake teased, laughing at his own joke. “Jake, I’m hanging up,” Hunter warned, his voice clipped. “Wait, wait! I’m just saying—think of the possibilities! No nagging, no
Evelyn rushed into the City Hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she adjusted her coat. She was running late—again. The late-night drinks with Vinni and Edwin had been worth it, though. For the first time in a long while, she had felt genuinely happy, and the hangover was a small price to pay. When she entered the room, Hunter was already there, sitting stiffly with a scowl on his face. He rose to his feet the moment he saw her, his annoyance evident. “You’re late,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “Do you have any idea how unprofessional this looks?” Evelyn sighed, brushing past him to take her seat. “It’s not like you’ve got a board meeting to attend here.” Her dismissive tone only fueled his anger. “You think this is a joke?” She didn’t bother looking at him, instead flipping through the documents in front of her. “No, I think you’re overreacting. Can we get this over with? You seem desperate to be rid of me.” Hunter’s jaw tightened as he leaned closer
The grand ballroom of the city’s most prestigious hotel pulsed with a vibrant energy, a symphony of clinking champagne flutes, hushed conversations punctuated by bursts of elegant laughter, and the smooth melodies of a live jazz band. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, shimmering glow across the impeccably dressed guests, a glittering tableau of the city’s elite gathered for the annual charity gala.Evelyn moved through the throng with an effortless grace, a radiant figure who seemed to exist on a different plane of existence than the mere mortals surrounding her. The strapless emerald gown, a masterpiece of understated design, clung to her curves like liquid moonlight, accentuating her every movement. Her dark hair, a cascade of soft, luxurious waves, framed a face of exquisite beauty, her makeup a subtle enhancement that suggested she was the most captivating presence in the room without any conscious effort. Every gaze seemed magnetically drawn to her, a silent acknowledgment of her
Her eyes were glacial, icy pools reflecting none of the warmth they had once held for him, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had once burned so brightly between them.“You really need to stop doing this, Hunter,” she said sharply, her voice clipped and devoid of any emotion.“Doing what, Evelyn?” His gaze searched hers, a desperate plea for understanding in his eyes.“Invading my personal space, walking into my life whenever you please, disrupting my workday, acting as if you still have the right to ask for things from me,” she said, her voice rising slightly with each word, the carefully suppressed anger threatening to erupt.Hunter’s jaw tensed, the muscles along his temples flexing. “I didn’t come here to start another fight, Evelyn. I came to apologize. Again.”“And I’ve already told you, repeatedly, that I don’t want your hollow apologies,” she snapped, taking a step closer, her eyes blazing with a contained fury. “You don’t get to treat me like garbage for years, believ
Evelyn stood at the head of the expansive, polished oak conference table, her presence a quiet storm of authority. Sunlight streamed through the panoramic windows, illuminating the digital screen behind her, which displayed a complex tapestry of projected growth charts and meticulously planned timelines.Across the table sat her five most crucial clients – impeccably dressed, their expressions serious and focused, their time a valuable commodity they were not inclined to squander.“…Therefore, if we implement this multi-platform digital strategy proactively, before the close of Q3, you’re realistically looking at a minimum twelve percent increase in measurable brand visibility within that single quarter,” Evelyn stated, her tone smooth, confident, and underpinned by the unwavering conviction of data-driven certainty. “And that projection, I assure you, is being deliberately conservative.”Mr. Henderson, the lead client, a man whose skepticism was as legendary as his company’s success,
The next morning, a fragile semblance of routine settled over Vinni’s apartment, but the air remained thick with unspoken emotions. Evelyn sat at the familiar dining table, the chipped ceramic mug warm in her hands, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee doing little to dispel the lingering shadows beneath her eyes. Her composure was a carefully constructed edifice – the sharp lines of her tailored pants, the pristine simplicity of her white silk blouse, the severe elegance of her sleek bun – a visual declaration of control. Yet, beneath the polished surface, a profound weariness lingered, a dull ache that no amount of caffeine could alleviate.Vinni, ever attuned to the subtle shifts in Evelyn’s demeanor, watched her friend with a quiet concern, her own breakfast croissant momentarily forgotten. “You were up most of the night again, weren’t you, Ev?” she asked gently, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet morning.Evelyn offered a dismissive shrug, her gaze fixed on the swirling p
Her fingers hovered over the screen, frozen mid-motion, a strange paralysis gripping her. A simple, unassuming text message illuminated the dark screen:"Good night, Evelyn. Sleep well."Her heart twisted painfully, a sharp, unexpected pang of something she couldn’t quite name – a flicker of longing, perhaps, or maybe just a visceral reaction to the unexpected intimacy of his message.Why was he doing this? The silent question echoed in the quiet room. Why now, after everything he had put her through? Did he genuinely believe that a few softly spoken words, delivered via text message in the dead of night, could somehow erase the years of loneliness she had endured during their marriage, the profound betrayal that had shattered her trust, the agonizing sting of his indifference?She pressed her lips into a hard, thin line, a resolute act of self-preservation. She didn’t reply. She couldn’t find the words, the emotional energy completely depleted. Instead, with a deliberate movement, sh
Evelyn pushed open the door to Vinni’s apartment with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the day’s strained interactions, the subtle click of her heels against the worn wooden floors a familiar punctuation mark to her weary arrival. The comforting blend of Vinni’s signature vanilla and soft lavender scent usually offered a small measure of solace, a gentle hug after a long day, but tonight, even that familiar aroma couldn’t penetrate the heavy weight pressing against her chest, a dull ache that mirrored the hollowness within.She still hadn’t taken the plunge, hadn’t severed the last tangible tie to her old life by finding her own place. Part of her knew she should. Financially, she was more than capable now, StarLink’s recent surge of cautious optimism offering a fragile sense of stability. But the prospect of returning to an empty apartment, the suffocating silence of living alone with only her thoughts for company, felt unbearable. Here, amidst Vinni’s cheerful chaos, the
The lingering ghost of Evelyn’s perfume, a delicate whisper of lavender and something uniquely her own, still clung to the air around the vacated lunch table.Hunter, however, was no longer present, the imposing figure who commanded boardrooms and bent industries to his will now absent, leaving behind only the faint indentation on the plush velvet seating. He had watched her departure, a study in elegant defiance – head held high, her stride sharp and purposeful, each click of her heels against the polished floor a decisive punctuation mark on their severed connection. It was as if the years they had shared, the intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives, had been relegated to the realm of a forgotten nightmare, one from which she had finally awakened and was determined to erase from her memory entirely.A dull ache, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within him, constricted Hunter’s chest.For once, Hunter Blackwood, the man renowned for his glacial compos
Few days later - The sterile finality of the signed contracts hung in the air, a tangible representation of Evelyn’s pragmatic decision to intertwine StarLink’s fate with that of her ex-husband’s formidable empire. The alliance, born of necessity and a sliver of grudging respect for Hunter’s business acumen, felt like a precarious truce, a delicate balance teetering on the precipice of their volatile shared history. The memory of his raw possessiveness in the hotel hallway, the unsettling glint of protectiveness in his eyes amidst the violent outburst, lingered in Evelyn’s thoughts, a confusing undercurrent beneath the carefully constructed surface of their professional interactions.It was with a sense of inevitability, a weary resignation mixed with a sliver of reluctant curiosity, that Evelyn received Hunter’s subsequent message. It arrived mid-morning, a curt digital summons that vibrated her phone with the familiar, unapologetic tone that had always characterized his communicat
Three days of her meticulously constructing a narrative of indifference, a fragile wall against the unwelcome pang of hurt and the surprising sting of jealousy that still dared to surface. She had almost begun to believe her own carefully crafted facade, clinging to the hope that his abrupt departure from her office would translate into a prolonged absence.That fragile hope shattered that afternoon with the arrival of a terse, demanding message on her private, unlisted number – the one only a handful of people, including Hunter, possessed.Hunter: Dinner. Hotel LaVelle. 8 PM. Don’t be late.Evelyn scoffed, her fingers tightening around her phone, her eyes blazing with a mixture of indignation and a reluctant flicker of intrigue. No polite preamble. No inquiry about her availability. Just a blunt command, thinly veiled as an invitation, delivered with the casual arrogance she had come to both despise and, inexplicably, expect. Her initial instinct was a resounding refusal. She had no