All Chapters of He Gave Her the Wedding, I Gave Him Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evangeline's POVI followed Victor down the grand staircase to the banquet hall, my heels clicking against marble as my mind raced through possibilities. What crisis could be so urgent that it couldn't wait until after breakfast?The answer became clear the moment we entered the hall.A crowd had gathered in the center of the room, their voices a low murmur of shock and gossip. Through the gaps between people, I could see two figures standing close together—a young man and a beautiful woman in an elegant dress."That's my brother, Andrew," Victor said quietly beside me, his voice tight with controlled anger. "And that's my wife, Caroline."As we approached, fragments of conversation reached my ears:"...caught them during the storm last night...""...in the west wing, of all places...""...several people saw them...""...absolutely shameless..."The crowd parted slightly as Victor and I moved through, and I got a clearer view of the situation.Andrew Montgomery looked young—mid-twenti

Evangeline's POVI was almost at the exit when I remembered—I needed to know what happened last night. Who had been in my room. Who had helped me.The fragments of memory were too scattered, too unclear. I needed facts.I turned back toward the villa's main entrance, where a staff member was coordinating the guest departures. "Excuse me. I need to speak with the manager."Within minutes, I was in a small office off the main hall, facing a man in an immaculate suit."Ms. Ashford, how can I help you?""Last night, someone entered my room." I kept my voice calm, professional. "I need to know who it was. I'd like to see the surveillance footage from the second floor hallway.""I'm afraid that's not possible.""Why not?" I was confused."The storm, Ms. Ashford. It interfered with our surveillance system. Several cameras went offline during the power outage, including the ones on the second floor." He looked genuinely distressed. "We have no footage from that time period."Of course. Of cou

Evangeline's POV"I need to speak with Evangeline. Alone." Dashiell's voice cut through the room, sharp and authoritative.He turned to Ethan, his expression cold. "About Theo's condition. Family matter."Ethan looked at me, waiting for my signal.Part of me wanted to tell him to stay. To refuse Dashiell the satisfaction of ordering people around like he still had any authority over my life. However…"It's fine," I said quietly. "Give us a moment."Ethan nodded, though his jaw was tight. "I'll be right outside if you need me."The words were pointed, directed at Dashiell. Once the door closed behind him, Dashiell's attention snapped back to me. But instead of continuing his tirade about catching me with another man, his expression shifted to something harder to read."We need to talk about Ethan," he said.I stared at him. "What?""There's something off about him. About the way he looks at you. The way he's always conveniently around." Dashiell crossed his arms. "I don't trust him."

Evangeline's POVI was reviewing case files in my office when Lucas burst through the door, his face flushed with anger."We lost the Riverside account."I looked up sharply. "What? But they were practically ready to sign.""They went with someone else." He slammed a folder down on my desk. "A new crisis management firm. Apparently, they've been poaching our prospective clients for the past two weeks."My stomach sank. "Who?""Some startup that came out of nowhere. But here's the thing, they've got serious backing." Lucas's jaw clenched. "The Hart family. Dashiell himself is bankrolling them."The room felt suddenly cold. "And who owns this company?""Take one guess." His voice dripped with contempt. "Sabrina Blake."For a moment, I couldn't speak. Couldn't process what I was hearing."She's taking our clients," Lucas continued, pacing now. "Our prospective clients, the ones we've spent months cultivating. And she's using Dashiell's money and connections to undercut us at every turn."

Evangeline's POV"Thank you for meeting with me again, Victor." I settled into my chair across from him at our usual café. "I know we just finalized the quarterly review last week.""Nonsense." Victor waved away my concern. "Given how aggressively Blake Crisis Management has been pursuing my business, I thought it would be good to reaffirm our partnership directly."Relief flooded through me. "So you're not considering switching?""Absolutely not." His expression was firm. "Evangeline, you're the most professional crisis management expert I've ever worked with. Your track record speaks for itself. I don't need anyone else, especially not someone who showed up uninvited at my office making promises she can't possibly keep."The warmth in his words eased some of the tension I'd been carrying. "I appreciate that more than you know.""You've earned it." He leaned back in his chair. "Sabrina Blake may have connections and funding, but she doesn't have your expertise. Or your integrity."We