Chapter 4

Evelyn halted mid-step as Adrian's venomous words sliced through the air behind her.

"Evelyn, I'll have someone toss your trash out. Don't soil my space—you're not worthy."

His icy tone stabbed through her chest like a dagger.

He was the one who'd cheated, yet here he was, blaming her.

She whirled around, eyes sharp as blades. "Adrian, isn't the one beside you far filthier?"

Her gaze flickered pointedly toward Isabella.

Isabella paled instantly, as if slapped in public.

"Adrian..." She clutched his sleeve, voice trembling with feigned hurt.

Adrian deliberately pressed a kiss to Isabella's lips. "Be good. I'll take you for that ice cream cake you love tonight."

Evelyn's nails dug into her palms.

She'd loved that bakery's cakes too, but Adrian had always refused, claiming they'd upset her stomach. Turns out, it wasn't the cake—just the person undeserving.

Love and indifference couldn't be clearer.

Isabella smirked, nestling against Adrian's chest.

He studied Evelyn through narrowed eyes. She'd changed—the quiet elegance replaced by razor-edged defiance.

Only now did he notice her outfit. A crimson blazer hugged her curves, a stark departure from her usual muted style.

But what shocked him most was her hair.

Years ago, because he'd mentioned liking long hair, she'd never cut it again.

Now, it barely grazed her ears—sharp, sleek, paired with that fiery red and eyes colder than ice.

Evelyn dialed a former colleague. "Bring my things down. Now."

She wouldn't step foot in this place again.

Minutes later, a file box arrived. She checked its contents, then drove off without a backward glance.

Isabella watched the luxury car vanish, jealousy burning through her. How did Evelyn always land on her feet?

But fine. Adrian was hers now.

"Adrian, Evelyn's new man must be loaded. That car outclasses yours."

His expression darkened. For a month, he'd pulled every string to track Evelyn—and hit dead ends. That mysterious man remained a ghost.

"We're divorced. She's irrelevant." He strode toward the parking lot.

Isabella scrambled after him. A month of scheming, yet he still refused to stay overnight.

"Adrian, wait!" She chased him, heels clicking. Tonight's charity auction had a rare blue diamond—and she'd claim it.

Two blocks away, Evelyn's phone rang. Her grandfather's gruff voice filled the car.

"Girl, secure that blue diamond at tonight's auction."

She arched a brow. "Since when do you care about jewelry?"

"No questions. Just get it." His tone brooked no argument.

"Fine. Send the invite." She hung up, already plotting.