Chapter 121
Thunder cracked ominously overhead, mirroring the storm brewing in Evelyn Sinclair’s mind.
Should I really reply to your ex’s email as your wife? Is this some kind of test?
Her thoughts spun like a carousel gone rogue. What was Nathan Blackwood really implying?
The email had been an accident—opened in a moment of distracted curiosity. Her initial plan? Play dumb, let Nathan discover it himself and handle it quietly. But no, he’d dragged it into the open, demanding her input.
Is this his way of warning me his first love is back, and I should gracefully bow out?
Nathan’s jaw tightened, irritation flashing in his stormy gaze.
Meanwhile, Margaret and Genevieve exchanged wide-eyed glances, their breaths held.
No, Evelyn realized with a jolt. He’s asking how I, as his wife, should respond.
Nathan’s voice, deceptively calm, cut through her panic. "You can reply however you like."
Evelyn’s mind raced.
Option one: The indifferent brush-off.
"Alright, I’ll wait for you."
Nathan’s expression froze.
Option two: The CEO’s icy dismissal.
"You walked away first. Don’t expect me to care now."
Option three: The coy deflection.
"He’s not divorced yet."
Nathan’s lips twitched—almost a smile.
Margaret and Genevieve clutched imaginary pearls. For heaven’s sake, pick a lane!
"Sweetheart," Nathan murmured, the endearment dripping like honey—and sending a shiver down Evelyn’s spine. He never called her that. Was he… provoked?
His gaze darkened, predatory. Oh, you absolutely provoked me.
Evelyn’s instincts screamed danger. She backpedaled fast. "Maybe… we just ignore it? No harm, no foul, right?" Brilliant. Neutral. Safe.
Nathan studied her for a long, suffocating moment before exhaling. "Hmm."
Genevieve nearly combusted. "Evelyn! You should’ve shut her down!"
And risk becoming the villain of their love story? No thanks. Evelyn smirked internally. Let Cassandra make the first move. I’ll be the picture of grace—until it’s time not to be.
As Nathan watched her humming while organizing her latest "confiscated treasures," his chest tightened. She had no idea the game she was playing—or that he’d already changed the rules.
Overseas, Cassandra’s penthouse
Her friend scowled at the unanswered email. "Who does she think she is? Mrs. Blackwood in name only! Nathan only married her out of obligation—why else no wedding? His friends don’t even acknowledge her!"
Cassandra’s smile was razor-thin. "Perfect. A fool is easy to crush." She pocketed her phone. "When I reappear in Nathan’s life, he’ll see everything she’s hidden from him. And then…"
Her friend grinned. "You’ll be the real Mrs. Blackwood."
Back home, Evelyn sneezed violently.
Nathan draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Cold?"
"Someone’s plotting," she muttered, rubbing her nose.
His brow arched just as her phone rang—Isabelle Laurent’s name flashing on screen.
Now what?