Chapter 482

Evelyn shot a cold glance at the elderly woman before turning her gaze to Adrian.

She would never forgive him.

No matter what excuses he had, she was the one who suffered. No one understood that heart-wrenching pain better than her.

Adrian met her accusatory stare, the corner of his lips quirking up. "Darling, there's something you should know. We never actually got divorced."

Evelyn shot to her feet, the chair screeching against the floor. "Adrian, what the hell do you mean?"

Seeing her furious reaction actually eased the tension in his chest.

The way she had been laughing with Sebastian earlier nearly made him crush his wineglass.

"Have you ever heard of a couple getting their divorce certificate on the same day?"

Evelyn froze. It was her first divorce—how would she know the legal intricacies?

They had followed the proper procedures. How could it not be finalized?

"Stop lying. I have the divorce papers right here." She clenched her fists.

The elderly woman's eyes lit up, her wrinkles smoothing with delight.

Still married? That meant her dream of holding a great-grandchild might come true after all.

"Dear, there's a mandatory one-month cooling-off period for divorces now. It can't be done in a single day," the old woman added cheerfully, twisting the knife.

Evelyn fell silent.

That day, she had been in too much pain after being shot to think clearly.

She took the divorce papers and left without another thought.

She spent a month recovering alone at Regal Heights, barely pulling herself together.

And now she was being told it was all a lie?

"Adrian!" Her voice trembled with fury. "You even lied about the divorce?"

Adrian lowered his gaze. "Darling, I couldn't let you go."

"You couldn't? Well, I can! I'm going to the civil affairs office to check right now!"

Evelyn slammed a bottle of medicine on the table and stormed out without looking back.

The old woman sighed, shaking her head. "You had a good thing, and you ruined it. When I asked if you'd regret it, you were so stubborn."

Adrian stared at the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"Grandmother, the Valentines are too dangerous for her. I didn't even dare to make our relationship public—how could I protect her?"

He paused, his voice dropping lower. "I'll win her back. Focus on recovering. Who knows? You might be holding a great-grandchild by next year."

The thought of a chubby little bundle made the old woman beam with joy.