All Chapters of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evangeline's POV I stared at him sitting there with that maddeningly unreadable look. That expression he wore like armor. So damn composed, while I was trying to remember what it felt like to breathe normally. “What… is this? What do you think you're doing to me?” I finally asked, barely above my voice. He didn’t blink. “You tell me.” I laughed. Not because it was funny because I didn’t know what else to do. The sound came out sharp, bitter, hollow. “Is this some kind of twisted game? You torment me severely at work, keep me locked up, confuse the hell out of me… and now suddenly you—” I gestured between us, words failing me, “—this?” “You think I plan things like this?” “You’re always planning something. You're no good” He stood up. That alone was enough to make me retreat a step without thinking. He didn’t come closer. Just watched me, his head slightly tilted like he was studying me again. Always studying. Always dissecting. “Your stubbornness arouses me the more,” he s

Evangeline's POV I staggered back. Not because she’d touched me but because reality had hit me Hard. Cold and Cruel. The woman didn’t move. Didn’t blink, her smile was soft, but there was something coiled underneath it. A stillness that reminded me of a serpent just before it strikes. She was taller than I remembered. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, her eyes sharp and knowing, like she had already calculated all the things I could say, and found them amusingly useless. Her gaze dropped to Noah in my arms, then flicked back to me with silent curiosity. I shifted him slightly, grounding myself in the warmth of his little body. But my heart was sprinting. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to do. “You…” My voice cracked and I pointed at her with a trembling hand. “You’re the one. You vanished. The other day at my office. You were just gone, what are you?.” Her smile deepened. Wry and nbothered. “Oh You remember,” she said, like she was

Evangeline's POV I turned slowly, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Nathalie. Standing there with the same confident posture she always carried, her arms crossed, her smile curled at the edges like she had walked in on a joke only she understood. Her hair was pulled back, revealing the fine line of her jaw, and her eyes those sharp, amber-brown eyes—flicked to mine like they were measuring something I didn’t know I was offering. Behind her was Lora. Lora. Dressed in casual cream linen and soft slippers, like this was her home now. The nanny who once rocked my child to sleep and whispered lullabies I taught her. The same woman who had smiled in my face while falling into my husband’s bed. I didn’t speak right away. Because the world inside me had tilted, just slightly. Just enough to make everything feel off balance. “Well,” Nathalie said, cocking her head. “What a coincidence.” Her voice was playful, like this was a reunion we should be laughing about. A coincidence? That

Evangeline's POV The city lights blurred through my windshield. Every red, yellow, and green seemed to mock me, asking, where are you going, Eva? What are you running toward or from? Nathalie. Living in that house. With Nathan And Lora. It felt unreal. A bad dream in high definition. I stared at my trembling hands on the steering wheel. How did everything flip so quickly? One moment, I was confronting Nathan; the next, the house feeling too small, too broken. Now Nathalie was inside it like she belonged there, and I was fleeing it again. But fled where? Questions tumbled in my mind, each one heavier than the last. I drifted between lanes, my full attention only half on the road. Then my phone rang. I jumped. Heart actually jumped. “Hello?” My voice sounded foreign in my ears—an echo of someone else’s grief and hope. “Evangeline? It’s Margaret—your apartment agent.” Her cheerful voice seemed impossible, like light trying to seep into a locked room. “Great news—your apartment is

Evangeline's POV I didn’t mean to rush but I did. The moment that final message landed on my phone, If we miss our flight Eva, I'll fire Nora...—my body moved on instinct. My fingers trembled violently as I threw the door open and slid into the backseat of the Rolls-Royce. I slammed the door harder than I meant to. My breath came too fast, like I had just been chased through something more brutal than a moment. I clenched my hands in my lap. They wouldn’t stop shaking. Damien didn’t look at me, not even once. He just gave a quiet, sharp nod to the driver. The car pulled away, merging into the highway like a bullet. The speed was reckless, the kind of fast that curled at your gut and made your teeth press together. The city streaked past the windows in hues of orange and grey, blurry and irrelevant. He hadn’t said a word. The silence stretched, cold and taut as I felt it wrap around my throat like a velvet noose. I didn’t know whether to break it or drown in it. I hated that