Chapter 87

Evelyn shot Victoria a frosty glare. "What do you want?"

Victoria shrugged with fake innocence. "Just curious when you'll finally sign those divorce papers for Liam."

Brushing past her, Evelyn kept her voice steady. "There won't be any divorce."

With a mocking laugh, Victoria blocked Evelyn's path again. "Do you honestly believe you deserve to stand beside him? Look at yourself. You're nothing but an embarrassment to the Blackwood name. Liam's heart belongs to me. You're just the unwanted third wheel."

Evelyn took a calming breath before responding. "Three years ago, Margaret demanded Liam marry me. He chose to wait for your return instead."

Victoria's confident smirk faltered.

"Yet," Evelyn continued, "a full year passed between your return and our wedding. If he loved you, why didn't he marry you then? Why choose me instead?"

"That's—" Victoria's mouth opened and closed like a fish.

"Because he never intended to marry you," Evelyn finished for her.

Victoria stomped her designer heel. "Lies!"

"If he still loved you, he would've divorced me by now," Evelyn pointed out logically.

Victoria's manicured nails dug into her palms. "Has he ever said he loves you?"

"No," Evelyn admitted truthfully, just wanting this conversation to end.

A triumphant gleam lit Victoria's eyes. "Exactly. No man wants damaged goods."

Evelyn inhaled sharply. Why was she even entertaining this childish exchange? Arguing with Victoria was exhausting.

Turning on her heel, Evelyn marched toward the elevator.

Victoria followed like a persistent shadow.

Inside the confined space, Evelyn pressed the lobby button, staring fixedly at the descending numbers.

Victoria leaned casually against the mirrored wall, her eyes glinting dangerously. "Running somewhere?"

Evelyn remained silent.

"Can't stand being alone?" Victoria taunted. "Going to find some random man to comfort you?"

Evelyn's fists clenched until her healing palm wound throbbed. "Watch your mouth, Victoria. Don't test me."

Victoria arched a perfectly plucked brow. "Truth hurts, doesn't it?"

Evelyn felt white-hot anger rising.

For someone from high society, Victoria possessed shockingly poor manners. Her arrogance knew no bounds.

The elevator dinged open and Evelyn rushed out, crossing the marble lobby with quick strides.

Suddenly, Victoria grabbed Evelyn's arm, pulling her close to whisper something vicious.

Evelyn's face drained of color. Enough was enough. Her hand flew through the air, connecting with Victoria's cheek in a sharp crack.

The sound echoed through the grand lobby.

Pain shot through Evelyn's reopened wound. Tears pricked her eyes as she trembled with rage.

Instead of anger, Victoria wore a victorious smirk.

That expression sent chills down Evelyn's spine. She turned and practically ran toward the exit.

Victoria gave chase like a predator.

Evelyn burst through the glass doors onto the front steps. At the bottom stood two uniformed soldiers, their backs to her.