Chapter 14
Matthew had sat vigil outside the apartment building all night.
The moment he saw Evelyn push open the door to the building, he shot up and clutched her wrist
tightly.
Before she could react, he yanked her into a black sedan parked by the curb with a sudden force.
The car door slammed shut behind them. Matthew loomed over her, his presence suffocating. The eyes that once drew her in were now bloodshot. His voice was hoarse.
“Evelyn, we haven’t divorced. Even if you’ve immigrated, you’re still my wife!”
Pressed against the door, Evelyn leaned away, guarded. “What do you want?”
Matthew froze for a second. The wariness in her eyes pierced straight through him.
He reached out, trying to touch her face, but she turned away. Flustered, he pulled a stack of documents from inside his jacket.
“I’ve got the paternity test and all the proof that Lila forged the records. Kent isn’t my son. Evelyn,
she lied to me…‘
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“So what?” Evelyn pulled a yellowed document from her bag and threw it onto his lap. “Mr.
Roscente, you remember the prenup we signed before our wedding, don’t you?”
“If you ever cheated, the marriage would be automatically terminated. From the moment you got involved with Lila, the agreement took effect. Our marriage ended a long time ago.”
Matthew’s hands trembled as he grabbed the document. He had completely forgotten the
agreement he once insisted on to protect her.
Now it had come back to stab him in the heart.
“I didn’t know she faked the medical records… She said she was dying and just wanted to leave
behind a child…”
“I’m not interested in your excuses,” Evelyn cut him off. Her hand gripped the door handle.
Morning light streamed through the window, casting shadows from her lashes that hid every trace
of emotion.
“Matthew, you didn’t believe a word I said. You truly thought I would frame Lila, even kidnap her.
And now you’re here, pretending to be the loving husband?”
Her words sliced straight into his chest. He lunged forward and grabbed her shoulders.
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“There was an air cushion under the window that day! I didn’t think you’d be in danger…”
“Enough!” Evelyn’s voice suddenly rose. Her eyes shimmered with fury. “You always have a reason. You never truly admit your faults!”
She shoved him hard. The cold air rushed in as she opened the car door, sweeping away what little warmth remained.
Matthew started after her, but a gray car pulled up just then and parked steadily nearby.
Simon rolled down the window. His gaze moved calmly between the two of them before settling on Evelyn. “Do you need help?”
Without hesitation, she walked straight to him.
Matthew stood frozen, watching as she opened the passenger door.
“Evelyn!” He stumbled forward, calling out, but only caught a mouthful of exhaust. The two cars drove off in opposite directions. His figure shrank in the rearview mirror until it was nothing but a fading dot.
Simon turned the wheel smoothly. His voice was calm. “Should I call the police?”
“No,” Evelyn answered, clutching her seatbelt. Her palms were slick with cold sweat. She looked out at the plane trees blurring past the window and whispered, “It’s already over.”
Matthew returned to the hotel in a daze and tore the paternity report to pieces. His assistant, trembling, handed him a tablet.
“The design firm agreed to the partnership… but they insist Simon be the lead designer. Ms. Winston would only be…”
“Then buy them out.” Matthew loosened his tie. His eyes were swirling with a menacing darkness. “No matter the cost, I want her sitting in Roscente Group’s conference room tomorrow.”
His phone rang. Irritated, he answered.
Haley’s shrill voice exploded through the speaker. “What did your assistant say to Lila? She’s threatening to kill herself with the child in her arms, demanding to see you! The press is already surrounding the hospital!”
“Then let her die.” Matthew laughed coldly and hung up.

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