로그인Evelyn’s POV
The room went quiet after Sebastian said something. I saw the Sinclair family looking uncomfortable. Some guests were whispering to each other. Sebastian was still standing there with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His face was calm. His eyes seemed really sharp. Damien’s aunt let out a laugh. "Sebastian, we were just joking." "Really?" Sebastian's voice was low and cold. "It sounded like an insult to me." I just stood there frozen. No one in this family had ever stood up for me like that before. Not even Damien. My eyes met Sebastian's for a second. He looked away and started sipping his whiskey like nothing was wrong. Then Damien spoke up. "That's enough," he said, his voice cold. "Having kids is none of your business, mine and Evelyn's." I was a little surprised to hear him say that. Because every time his family would criticize me about having kids Damien would just stay quiet. Damien's grandmother clicked her tongue. "We're just worried that the Sinclair family line will end." I bit my lip. It always came back to that. Kids. Heirs. The Sinclair family did not care if I was happy or not. They just cared if I could have a baby to carry on the family name. It's funny they did not even know that Damien had barely touched me in the three years. "Evelyn is still young," Damien said. "There's no need to keep talking about it." I glanced at him briefly. If I had not seen him with another woman that night I might have felt happy that he was defending me. Now everything he did just seemed fake. Then Damien's phone started vibrating. He looked at the screen for a second. His face changed really fast. He turned off the phone. I stood up. "I need to go for a minute." His grandmother frowned. "Now?" "There's something." Damien looked at me for a second. "I'll be soon." I almost laughed. I knew that look on her face. For some reason I was sure that the other woman had called him again. Damien left the party without waiting for me to say anything. I watched him go until he disappeared into the crowd. I did not feel like stopping him When Damien left the atmosphere in the room changed. The Sinclair family started staring at me again. I should be used to it by now. Tonight it hurt more after what happened last night. "Maybe Damien works a lot because he's stressed about not having kids," one of his cousins said with a smile. Some people laughed quietly. I held my wine glass tightly. "Or maybe it's because his wife used to be too focused on her career," another person said. "Women like that usually have trouble getting pregnant." I looked down slowly. They did not even know that I had given up my career for this family. "If I were Damien I'd look for another woman too." My whole body froze. People were laughing softly around the table. My chest hurt badly. I knew they were making fun of me. It hurt even more because they were close to the truth. I stood up slowly. "Excuse me for a minute." Before I could take a few steps Damien's mother stopped me. "Evelyn." I turned around slowly. She looked at me with that face like she always did. Elegant, arrogant and always making me feel small in this house. "Do not embarrass the Sinclair family tonight." I gave her a smile. "Have I ever done that?" Her eyes got sharper. "If you were a woman you would have known your place from the beginning," she said, her voice low and mean. "Damien could have gotten a better woman." My chest ached. I was too tired to cry now. I just nodded a little. "Maybe you're right." Damien's mother looked surprised because I usually just stayed quiet and took it. Tonight was different. I was already too broken to pretend I was okay. "I'm going home first." "You cannot leave before the party ends." I looked at her calmly. "Why not? My presence is not wanted here anyway is it?" Before she could say anything one of the servants came over. "Madam, Mr. Damien has already left the mansion." I laughed quietly to myself. Of course he did not even bother coming back for me. Damien's mother looked irritated. "Then wait for another driver.” "There's no need.” I grabbed my bag. I walked out of the mansion without looking back. No one tried to stop me. It was raining outside. The sky was dark. The wind was cold. I wrapped my arms around myself. I walked down the big road in front of the Sinclair family estate. My dress was getting wet. My heels hurt. None of that hurt as much as my chest right now. I did not know where to go. That house was not my home anymore. My marriage was broken. The life I built over the years was falling apart in front of me. I finally cried again. Not because of Damien but because I felt so stupid. I gave up my career and my dreams. I sacrificed everything for a man who could not even be faithful. The rain got heavier. Luxury cars passed by without caring about the wet woman walking on the side of the road. I closed my eyes for a moment. Took a shaky breath. Right then a black Rolls-Royce stopped beside me. I turned my head. The back window rolled down slowly. I saw Sebastian Sinclair's cold face inside. He looked at me for a second at my wet hair and my face. Then he spoke in that low voice. "Get in."Evelyn’s POVMy entire body felt numb.I could not help but look at Damien’s hand holding that woman's waist. The way he bent his head to talk softly to her made my heart hurt even more.She looked fragile beside him.Important. Precious.At the same time, I stood a few steps back feeling like my heart was getting ripped apart slowly.Then the woman lifted her head.Even with the mask, I saw those eyes right away. A proud grin slowly showed up on her lips when she saw me standing there.Damien finally turned around.His face shifted right after he saw me.“Evelyn!”I stepped back before he could get closer.The ultrasound sheets in the lady's hands faded in my sight. My breath got uneven as one scary truth sank deep inside my chest.Pregnant. His mistress was pregnant.Suddenly, everything made sense.Why did Damien go from the feast so fast? Why did his mind keep wandering off to other places all night long?While I cried alone over our collapsing marriage.My man was going with othe
Evelyn's POV I stared at Sebastian for a second without moving. The rain was pouring down hard on the empty road at night. The black Rolls-Royce was parked next to me and it looked kind of surreal. Sebastian Sinclair was sitting in the seat looking calm as always. His black suit was perfect and his face was cold. His sharp eyes were looking at me in a way that I could not understand."Get in," he said again in a voice.I shook my head slowly. "No need I can go home by myself."Sebastian's eyes looked at my body quickly. My black dress was stuck to my skin because of the rain and my hands were shaking from the cold."You'll get sick." "I'm fine.""You're lying," he said quickly and calmly, which made me stop talking. I bit my lip softly. This man could always see through me more than Damien ever could.The driver got out. I opened an umbrella then walked towards me. "Miss Evelyn, please get in. Mr. Sebastian doesn't like to repeat himself."I almost said no again. The cold wind was
Evelyn’s POVThe room went quiet after Sebastian said something. I saw the Sinclair family looking uncomfortable. Some guests were whispering to each other.Sebastian was still standing there with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His face was calm. His eyes seemed really sharp.Damien’s aunt let out a laugh. "Sebastian, we were just joking.""Really?" Sebastian's voice was low and cold. "It sounded like an insult to me."I just stood there frozen.No one in this family had ever stood up for me like that before. Not even Damien.My eyes met Sebastian's for a second. He looked away and started sipping his whiskey like nothing was wrong.Then Damien spoke up."That's enough," he said, his voice cold. "Having kids is none of your business, mine and Evelyn's."I was a little surprised to hear him say that.Because every time his family would criticize me about having kids Damien would just stay quiet.Damien's grandmother clicked her tongue. "We're just worried that the Sinclair family line
Evelyn’s POVMy hands trembled violently as I stared at the photo on my phone screen. It was that necklace. The crescent moon diamond necklace Damien gave me on our second wedding anniversary.I still remembered the way he fastened it around my neck himself while telling me I was the only woman who would stand by his side for the rest of his life. How ridiculous. Because now that necklace was hanging around his mistress’s neck.My stomach twisted with nausea. I didn’t even realize when Damien had stepped behind me until he suddenly snatched the phone from my hand. His face darkened instantly after reading the message.“Damn it.”I looked at him coldly. “So it really is my necklace.”Damien dragged a rough hand over his face as if frustrated. “Evelyn, listen to me. I can explain everything.”“Explain what?” My voice sounded far calmer than the devastation inside my chest. “That you gave your wife’s necklace to the woman you’re sleeping with?”“It’s not what you think.”I let out a quie
Evelyn’s POVI do not remember how I got home that night.The only things I remembered were the rain Damien’s voice calling my name from behind and the numbness spreading through my chest during the entire drive.The moment I arrived at the Sinclair mansion I locked myself inside my room.A room that once felt like home.Now it felt like a cage that suffocated me.I sat on the floor beside the bed while hugging my knees. My anniversary dress was still partially soaked, my hair was a mess and the makeup on my face had already been ruined by tears.Enough I was no longer crying.Maybe because the pain had already become too much.A soft knock suddenly came from the bedroom door."Evelyn.”Damien’s voice echoed from outside.I closed my eyes tightly."Open the door. We need to talk.”I did not answer.Several seconds passed in silence before his voice came again lower this time."Whatever you saw tonight it’s not what you think.”I almost laughed hearing that.Apparently cheating men all
Evelyn’s POV I stared at the small candle in the center of the table with a faint smile that was slowly becoming exhausting. The tiny flame flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the wine glass and the bouquet of white roses in front of me. This rooftop restaurant was beautiful. Too beautiful for someone who had been sitting alone for almost two hours. I glanced at the watch on my wrist. 9:43 PM. Damien still had not arrived. Again. “Excuse me, Madam. Would you like us to serve the food now?” the waiter asked carefully for the third time that night. I lifted my head and forced a polite smile. “Just a little longer.” A sentence even I no longer believed. Today was our third wedding anniversary. Three years of being Evelyn Sinclair, the wife of Damien Sinclair, the heir of the Sinclair family who always looked perfect in the eyes of the world. Young CEO. Handsome. Wealthy. Elegant. Nearly flawless. At least, that was what everyone believed. I lowered my gaze to the weddi







