Chapter Eight.Evelyn's POV."Oh my, what happened to your hair?" Olivia gasped as I entered the sitting room. Ethan's eyes darted to me, and I flashed a bright smile."You like my new look?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "This is how I want to look now."Ethan's face darkened, and he grabbed me roughly. "How could you cut your hair without my permission?" he barked.Olivia intervened, her voice firm. "Ethan, let go of her."Ethan released me, his eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry," he muttered, before darting a glance at Olivia and rushing upstairs.Olivia walked up to me, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, helping me sit down.I nodded, still staring at her. I felt like strangling her to death. I wanted to ask her how I had hurt her so badly that she couldn't forgive me, that she had to go to such extremes to get back at me."Ethan doesn't like it when someone cuts their hair," Olivia said, as if trying to justify Ethan's behavior.I knew she was right. Ethan had a
Chapter nine.Alex’s POV.I gazed at Evelyn's picture, my fingers drumming against my desk as I twirled my pen. It was only a matter of time before I achieved my plan and Evelyn is important to its success.That's why I made sure she survived that accident. If anyone could kill her, it was me. I'd been watching her every move since she ruined my life. I knew everything about her - her marriage, her happiness, her every step.As I watched her live her life, I seethed with anger. Every day, I suffered because of her mistake. I wanted revenge, but I waited for the perfect moment to strike. And then, I discovered that her husband was trying to kill her. I had my secretary inform Evelyn that her husband was trying to kill her, but she was already in the car and got into an accident. Luckily, I was in the area and "saved" her.How could she think of dying after ruining my life? I took her to the hospital, and when I heard she lost her memories, I was momentarily thrilled. I thought I c
Chapter ten.Evelyn's POV.I wondered what kind of person Alex was? No single empathy. How could I tell him that Ethan was married to someone else and he just shrugged it off like it was no big deal? It wasn't his fault, really - he was just lucky I needed his help.I just need to get done with this so we don't cross paths. Also there was no way I could keep paying him now that we were partners.I pushed open the front door, removed my coat, and dropped it on the chair. Earlier, when Ethan left for work, I told Olivia I wanted to go for a stroll. She offered to follow me, but I declined, knowing I was actually heading to Alex's office.Now, feeling exhausted, I decided to take a rest. As I passed Ethan's room, I was startled by a woman's cry of pain.Immidiately I pressed my ears against the door and listened to the sound, confirming it was coming from Olivia. And then I heard Ethan's voice. I couldn't help but glance at my wristwatch. It was past twelve and he was back way too ear
Chapter Eleven.Evelyn's POV."Evelyn, are you okay? "Olivia's voice broke my trance.I hesitated, forcing myself to focus on her. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound casual.Olivia nodded, eyeing me skeptically. "You seem lost in thought, staring at your phone."I chuckled awkwardly, trying to brush it off. "It's nothing, really."But my mind was still reeling from the message I'd just received. Alex wanted to go on a date? It made no sense. We weren't even friends. What could he possibly achieve from this? If I said no, then he won't help me out, but if I said yes how am I going to discard Olivia and Ethan?I'm stuck in this house with these bastards. As I sat there, pretending to listen to Olivia's chatter, my mind was racing.Olivia said, "Let me leave you to rest. If you need anything, let me know." I nodded and forced a smile, saying "Thank you." She closed the door, and I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a tired sigh. I was frustrated that Alex was causing me mo
Chapter twelve.Evelyn's POV.I turned around, holding my breath, and I saw Ethan staring at me standing. "Stay," he mutered. “Don't leave me Olivia.” I let out a sigh of relief as I realized he was sleepwalking.I approached him and slapped him, snapping him out of his somnambulant state. He crashed to the ground. "Bastard," I hissed, my anger boiling over.I kicked him, my eyes blazing with hatred. I detested him with every fiber of my being. I wished I could finish him off right then, but I needed to teach him and Olivia a lesson.I walked past him and Olivia, I paused, turned back, and stood over Olivia. With a swift motion, I slapped her, the sound echoing through the room. "Fool," I spat. If I didn't need to teach these morons a lesson, I would have suffocated them to death. But that would be too easy.Just then my phone buzzed with a text from Alex, asking where I was. I took a deep breath, adjusted my clothes, and stepped out of the mansion gate. I made my way to the slee
Chapter thirteen.Evelyn's POV.I woke up with a pounding headache, the result of a sleepless night spent trying to crack my brain on Alex's motives. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. Eventually, I concluded that I might be overthinking everything.I pushed aside my concerns and began my morning routine. After a refreshing shower, I slipped into a sky-blue trouser and a matching suit. I let my hair fall loosely around my shoulders and grabbed my purse.As I walked out of my room, Ethan and Olivia looked up, their eyes fixed on me. Ethan's gaze lingered, and I could sense his admiration. I flipped my hair, flashing a smile, and watched as Olivia pinched him, prompting Ethan to quickly compose himself.I pretended not to notice the exchange and muttered a casual "good morning" as I walked past them to the dining table.Ethan followed, kissing my cheeks, and I could feel Olivia's eyes on us. As much as I wanted to push Ethan away, I
Chapter fourteen.Evelyn's POV.My first instinct was to follow Olivia, but I knew it would be impossible to do so without her noticing. Instead, I returned to my room and carefully pulled back the curtains, watching through the window as she disappeared into the darkness.This was getting worse by the minute. Was this part of her plan with Ethan? Something that could only happen at night?I needed to know what was going on, but as I stood there, my eyelids began to droop. I tried to fight it, but before I knew it, I had dozed off.When I woke up, it was already morning. I cursed myself for falling asleep on the job. I had been supposed to be watching Olivia, not snoozing.With a frustrated hiss, I stepped out of my room, slipped on my slippers, and headed outside, yawning.As I walked outside, I caught sight of Olivia and Ethan laughing together. It seemed they had settled their differences quickly. I needed to think of another plan to cause rift between them.But first, I decided t
Chapter fifteen.Evelyn's POV.I had been staying awake for three consecutive nights, watching Olivia sneak in and out of the house. Tonight, I was determined to follow her and find out what the hell she's up to.Ethan had left for work, and Olivia was busy in the kitchen. I sat on the couch, my eyes fixed on Olivia's phone, which was lying on the couch across from me.I kept glancing back and forth, thinking of how to grab her phone without her noticing. I had a feeling that there was a treasure trove of information on that phone, and I was determined to get my hands on it.I stood up, pacing around the sitting room, trying to appear nonchalant while keeping a close eye on Olivia. I wanted to see if she would notice me, or if she was too distracted by her kitchen chores.I walked over to Olivia's phone, my heart racing with anticipation. Luckily, she was still busy in the kitchen, oblivious to what I was doing.I quickly unlocked her phone, using the password I had memorized from
Chapter forty Eight.Alex's POV."Time to go," my dad said, his hands pulling me away.I shook my head, grasping for more time. "Please, let me stay," I begged, but he just chuckled."Someone needs you, son. This isn't your place," he said, his hands slipping from mine.I felt a desperate tug, my fingers curling into emptiness as he walked away. Everything around me began to fade.Distant voices murmured, their words a jumbled mess. I strained to make out who was speaking, but it was like trying to catch smoke.My eyelids felt like lead weights, refusing to open. I forced them open, but everything was blurry. I closed them again, trying to gather my strength.When I opened them once more, the room slowly came into focus. I slowly took in my surroundings, the cacophony of machines beeping and whirring around me. The noise was overwhelming, and I felt an urge to shut it off.Struggling to sit up, I realized my body felt heavy, unresponsive. A hiss escaped my lips as I noticed the oxyg
Chapter forty seven.Evelyn's POV.Two weeks later."Miss Evelyn, are you sure you want to do this?" the doctor asked.I turned to face Alex's still form, my eyes lingering on his lifeless body. I nodded slowly. "Y-yes."The doctor nodded sympathetically. "I'll arrange the paperwork."With that, I stepped out, leaning against the doorframe as I gazed at Alex. Two weeks had passed, and there was no improvement. The doctors had tried everything, but nothing was working.My eyes welled up with tears as I whispered, "Alex..." The machines beeping around him were the only sounds that broke the silence.I wished desperately that this was all just a nightmare, that I'd wake up and find it was nothing but a dream. But this was my harsh reality. I wiped away the tears streaming down my face, blinking to clear my vision. Walking over to Alex's side, I sat down beside him, forcing a weak smile."We're going home," I whispered, trying to sound optimistic. "Maybe that'll give you a reason to
Chapter forty six.Evelyn's POV."You need to be strong, Miss Evelyn," the doctor said, and I nodded, forcing myself to hold it together.As he stepped aside, I prepared to see Alex, but the nurse wheeled him out of the operating room, and he was taken to a new ward. I bit my lip, struggling to contain my emotions. I walked slowly to his room, my heart heavy with pain.Seeing Alex lying there with an oxygen tube attached to him was a harsh reality. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, and I sat beside him, smiling weakly as I held his hand."Alex, you're a warrior," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You have to fight this. I don't know how, but you need to wake up, okay?"I held his hands tightly, my head resting on them, and for a moment, I let my guard down. It was hard seeing Alex so helpless, knowing he was bearing the weight of my pain. I felt a surge of guilt and sadness, wishing it was me lying there instead.What's the point of living if the people I care about have to suffe
Chapter forty five.Evelyn's POV."What's happening? Where's Alex?" I demanded, my voice rising in panic. Lucas whispered, "Evelyn, you need to calm down," but I shook my head fiercely."No, don't tell me to calm down. I need to know what's happening," I insisted. The doctor cleared his throat, hesitating before asking, "Are you his fiancée?" I nodded quickly, not caring about explanations – I just needed to know about Alex. The doctor glanced at Lucas, who gave a slight nod, before turning back to me. I swallowed hard, my heart racing with fear. The doctor's serious expression made my anxiety spike, and I braced myself for the worst."Miss Evelyn," the doctor began, but I cut him off, my patience worn thin. "Doctor, please, just tell me what's wrong with Alex." He nodded solemnly."You have to be strong," he said, his words hanging in the air like a threat. "Strong for what?" I pressed, my eyes darting to Lucas, who wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight."Evelyn, calm d
Chapter forty four.Evelyn’s POV."Alex!" My body crumpled, and I fell to my knees, my eyes fixed on him. My hands trembled as I reached out, barely grazing his form. "A...Alex," I whispered, my voice cracking.Ethan's voice cut through the haze, "Hands up!" I didn't respond, lost in the moment, my mind reeling."Hands up!" he barked again, his fingers wrapped tightly around the gun. I slowly raised my hands, a single tear rolling down my cheek."Say your last wish," he said, his voice cold. I nodded, taking a shaky breath. "Let me...," I began, but my voice faltered, swallowed by emotion. "Let me take Alex to the hospital, and then you can kill me," I pleaded.Ethan's response was a burst of maniacal laughter, the sound sending chills down my spin. "You think you can deceive me?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Say your last wish," he barked again.But my attention was hijacked as my eyes widened, locking onto a figure behind him – Lucas. My heart skipped a beat as
Chapter forty three.Evelyn's POV. But as I opened it, my eyes locked onto Ethan's, and I froze, jar slipping from my grasp."Surprised, surprised, surprised," Ethan said, his voice dripping with amusement.I took a step back, swallowing hard. "Ethan, I can explain," I said, hands raised in a futile attempt to placate him.But he just shook his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I'm not interested in anything," he said, advancing towards me.I let out a loud scream for help, but there was only silence. "Help!" I screamed again, and Ethan burst into laughter."Someone help, help, help," he mocked, his voice echoing through the hallway.I swallowed hard, my heart racing as sweat trickled down my face. Ethan closed in on me, his body trapping me against the wall as he placed his hands on either side of my head."Longest time, dearest wife," he sneered, his breath hot against my skin.I scoffed, defiance rising up. "I'm not your wife," I spat, but my words were met
Chapter two.Alex's POV.I tried to pull my hand away as she slept, but she gripped it tightly and whispered, "Don't go." A smile spread across my face."I'm not going anywhere," I said, gently kissing her hand. The gesture brought back memories. I recalled how Evelyn would always ask me to stay by her side when she was scared.I wondered how she could forget about our close bond so easily. We had been childhood friends from around six to eight years old, but then we moved away from the city.When we returned, she didn't remember me, but I recalled every detail about her – her smile, her laughter, and her fears. My eyes drifted to her, and I whispered, "Why does Jake have to be your father? We could've been happy by now, just you and me."I kissed her hand again, feeling a mix of emotions. With Ethan on the loose, her fear was justified. It was only a matter of time before he might target her again.I needed to take care of the Ethan situation and ensure I didn't lose the court cas
Chapter forty one.Evelyn's POV.The fork slipped from my hand, clattering to the plate. "You're joking, right?" I asked, disbelieving.Alex shook his head, his expression grim. He spoke briefly into the phone, "I'll call you back. Thanks for the information," before hanging up.I stood up, my mind reeling. "Ethan escaped from prison," Alex had said. The words echoed in my head, and I felt like I was in a daze.Alex called out to me, "Evelyn, Evelyn," but I wasn't listening. I was about to climb the stairs when he grabbed me, spinning me around aggressively. I turned to face him, but my brain was blank, and I couldn't read his expression."Talk to me, Evelyn," Alex said, but I just stared at him, trying to process the news. Ethan's escape meant I was in trouble, and I felt a wave of fear. I gasped.Alex called out to me again, but I didn't respond. He gently tapped my face, trying to snap me out of it. "Evelyn, listen to me," he said.That's when I reached out and hugged him tightl
Chapter forty.Evelyn's POV.The next day, Alex and I went to court, where I filed a notice to reopen the case. The reaction was one of surprise, with many assuming my father had ensured justice for the innocent. Little did they know, my hands were tied.Alex shadowed me everywhere, ensuring I didn't do anything unexpected. After we finished in court, we stepped outside, and I was surprised to see paparazzi waiting. My eyes narrowed at Alex, who simply smirked, and I clenched my fists."What’s the meaning of this?" I asked, annoyed. But he simply ignored my existence. Involving the paparazzi wasn’t necessary. Alex stepped closer, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and whispered, "Smile."I adjusted my sunglasses, forced a smile, and Alex held my hand as the paparazzi swarmed us with questions. "Miss Evelyn, are you really defending Alex?" one of them asked. I ignored the question and pushed through the crowd.Another reporter asked, "You defended your ex-husband on murder charg