My fiance, Alexander Elrod, the most outstanding fashion designer of the 21st century, had finally agreed to marry me. He promised to propose once he won the Paris Fashion Award. When the day arrived, I braved a typhoon to attend his celebration banquet. There, I watched as Alexander and his assistant, Stella Monroe, kissed shamelessly in front of the cameras. Then, they proudly displayed their wedding rings. Alexander picked up the microphone. “Stella dear, thank you for your hard work during this time. In the future, I’ll continue leading the fashion world with you, one trend after another!” My colleagues all turned to look at me and expected me to cause a scene. I smiled, and I was the first to applaud them. “How wonderful! Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness.” The room erupted in shocked murmurs. After the event, Alexander immediately dragged me aside to explain, “Stella stayed up with me for nearly half a year for the Paris Fashion Award. Her mother’s terminally ill, and her last wish was to see Stella get married. Must you take it so seriously? “Once work is over, I’ll divorce her and throw you the grandest wedding, okay?” I walked away without answering him. Then, I gave my father a call. “Dad, the ten-year bet is over. I’ve lost. I’ll come home and take over the family business.”
View MoreTwo weeks later, an interview clip of Alexander went viral online.A reporter asked him, “What’s your biggest regret in life?”Tears streamed down his face as he told the camera, “I regret that time… when she came to me… on the day of the typhoon… and I didn’t… hold her…”I closed the video and felt unmoved.At the company’s annual meeting, I announced Stella’s promotion to head of logistics. She had started as a cleaner and climbed up the ladder on her own merit.“Mrs. Roth, have you seen Alexander’s interview?” she asked while handing me a pen to sign some documents.“I have.”“What are… your thoughts?”I signed the last document. “No thoughts. I’m focusing on preparing for next season’s show.”Stella nodded, and a cold smile flashed across her face. She had once worked herself to the bone for Alexander. She no longer even spared him a glance.On my son’s first birthday, Alexander’s parents came.They knelt at my doorstep, and their faces were wet with tears. “Mrs. Roth, p
When Alexander heard the word “baby,” his last remaining rationality shattered. He suddenly coughed up blood and fell unconscious.Doctors and nurses rushed in to resuscitate him as we exited the hospital ward.Three months later, Alexander was convicted. His reputation was ruined, his fortune was gone, and he was buried under debts he could never repay in his lifetime.After his prison release, he developed severe mental illness.He wandered the streets of Paris daily in tattered clothes. He clung to a piece of charcoal and sketched my face repeatedly on sidewalks and walls.He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...?Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine.When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security.Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had
One day, Alexander waited outside my apartment all night. At daybreak, he saw me step out with Zane. As Zane helped me to adjust my collar, his touch was intimate and natural.Alexander rushed over and grabbed my hand. His eyes were bloodshot while he said in a low and pleading voice, “Eve, please… give me one more chance.”Zane pulled his hands away and stepped in front of me. “Mr. Elrod, have some self-respect. Evelyn’s my fiancee now.”The word “fiancee” shattered Alexander’s last defenses. His gaze locked onto the diamond ring on my finger. It was not the one that belonged to him.I never looked at him once. Instead, I turned to Zane. “Let’s go. The head designer at the bridal boutique is waiting for us.”... Alexander later staged a car accident and made himself appear “critically injured.”He was wrapped in bandages from head to toe as he lay in a hospital bed. His face was pale, and his eyes glimmered with anticipation.He spread the news using old connections and gambl
It was Stella’s diary.He turned to the first page and saw Stella’s delicate handwriting.[I saw Alexander today. He’s just as exceptional as the rumors say. Evelyn doesn’t deserve a man like him. I have to make him mine.]Alexander’s hands began trembling.[Day 36: I told Alexander that my mother has cancer. As expected, he bought it. This is such a useful lie. My mother’s perfectly healthy. She’s back home and dancing in the plaza.][Day 58: Evelyn had an important client presentation today. I slipped sleeping pills into her coffee. She was drowsy during the meeting, and she got a complaint from the client. Alexander thought she was being unprofessional. Haha.][Day 89: I stole another one of Evelyn’s designs. That woman’s a genius, but she’s so naive. All I need to do is tweak a few lines, and it becomes my work.]The final entry read, [Alexander’s such an idiot. He actually believes that I love him. Once I’ve milked him dry, Evelyn’s position will be mine.]Alexander’s ches
Alexander’s face turned pale, and his knees went weak. His career, his reputation, and everything he had were built on my designs. But the Astor family’s resources had all been taken away.He lunged toward me with frantic desperation. My bodyguards restrained him forcefully, and he screamed hoarsely, “Evelyn! You can’t do this to me! You’re nothing without me!”I picked up my phone and sent him one final message. Attached was a photo of my corner office atop the Parisian haute couture house.[Alexander, thank you. Without your betrayal, I might never have discovered how high I could soar on my own. By the way, your studio appears to be struggling without the “trash” you discarded.]When he read the message, his hands shook with rage. He tried to call me back, but all he heard was a recorded voice. It said that my number was currently busy.The bodyguards and my attorney escorted him out of the hospital. I stood at the window and watched him being pushed into a cab. Our ten-year re
I stared at his self-righteous expression and suddenly laughed at myself for being blind for ten years. I had fallen in love with such a heartless man.I pulled out my IV needle, and blood trickled down the back of my hand. Alexander took a step back as if he was afraid the blood might stain his bespoke suit.Right then, I made a phone call in front of him.“Mr. Wayne, proceed as planned.”Before Alexander could react, the door to the ward swung open. A team of elite attorneys in black suits filed in. The lead attorney then handed him a restraining order and a lawsuit.“What’s this?” Alexander took the papers, and his face turned pale.“Intellectual property infringement, commercial fraud, and defamation,” I stated calmly. “The amount of compensation should be enough to bankrupt you.”His hands trembled. “You’re insane! Where did you get the money to hire this many attorneys?”I only gazed out the window in silence.Alexander followed my gaze to find the general manager of his
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