Chapter 77

Alexander Hamilton's knuckles turned white as he stared at the screenshot Nathan York had sent him.

He snapped his phone shut and grabbed his coat, storming toward the door.

"Stop!" Annabelle Taylor sprang up from the couch and yanked his sleeve. "Where are you going this early?"

He shook her off. "Business at the company."

"What's so urgent?" She narrowed her eyes. "You looked off the moment you checked your phone."

Alexander took a deep breath. "Annabelle, I'm not your prisoner."

"Then why are you acting guilty?" She smirked. "Let me see your phone."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm your fiancée!" Her voice rose sharply. "Were you talking to Evelyn again?"

A vein pulsed at his temple. "Must you always be so paranoid?"

"Paranoid?" She snatched his phone. "You've changed ever since she came back!"

He reached for it. "Give it back!"

Annabelle dodged, swiping the screen open. "Let's see what has you so worked up—"

Her words died in her throat.

"Happy now?" Alexander's voice was icy. "May I have my phone back?"

She stared at the screen, frozen. "This can't be..."

"The proof is right there." He reclaimed his phone. "May I go now?"

Annabelle lunged, gripping his collar. "You're lying! This has to be fake!"

"Black and white, clear as day." He pried her fingers off one by one. "Enough, Annabelle."

"I don't believe it!" she shrieked. "You must've photoshopped this!"

Alexander straightened his tie. "Think whatever you want."

As he turned to leave, she hurled a vase at him.

It shattered at his feet with a deafening crash.

"Take one step out that door and see what happens!" Her eyes burned with fury.

Alexander slowly turned, his gaze glacial. "Are you done?"

"Not even close!" She blocked his path. "Explain this to me!"

"Nothing to explain." He pushed past her. "Move."

"No!" She barricaded the exit. "Delete everything about Evelyn right now!"

A cold smile curved his lips. "And if I refuse?"