Chapter 100

Ethan Sullivan's voice was icy cold, his suppressed fury evident through the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Just left the café. Heading back to Grand View."

"Get back here now!"

The call ended abruptly. Evelyn Sullivan stared at the darkened screen, her brow slightly furrowed.

Inside the villa, Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette radiating chilling hostility.

"Explain yourself."

Evelyn set down her bag and met his gaze calmly.

"Explain what?"

"Daniel Sterling!" Ethan turned, his eyes blazing with anger. "You went behind my back to meet him?"

"You had me followed?"

"The entire restaurant saw you!" He slammed his phone onto the coffee table. The screen displayed a photo of her seated across from Daniel. "Mrs. Sullivan, are you that desperate for male attention?"

Evelyn scoffed and bent to pick up the phone.

"Compared to your cozy photos with Isabella, this is nothing."

"There's nothing between me and Isabella!"

"Really?" She tossed the phone back at him. "Need me to refresh your memory about those hotel photos?"

Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He seized her wrist.

"You investigated me?"

"Let go." She wrenched free of his grip. "If we're both playing games, don't act like the wronged party."

"Evelyn!" His voice held a dangerous warning. "Don't push me."

"Push you?" She laughed lightly. "Isabella is your limit, isn't she?"

Ethan's eyes flashed. In one swift motion, he pinned her against the wall.

"Say that again."

"I said—" She met his gaze unflinchingly. "Ethan, I want a divorce."

The air froze.

Ethan released her and took a step back, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"For Daniel?"

"For myself." She turned toward the stairs. "I've had enough of these three years."

As the bedroom door clicked shut, Ethan drove his fist into the wall.

The phone rang abruptly.

"Ethan, we've got the details." Lucas Laurier's voice carried awkwardness. "The Sterling family originally arranged for Sophia to meet Daniel. She had an emergency, so Evelyn went to explain—"

Ethan ended the call.

His chest ached with an unfamiliar sting as he stared at the closed door upstairs.

At dinner, Evelyn descended with a suitcase.

"Where are you going?" Ethan stood at the foot of the stairs, his voice hoarse.

"Northville Villa." She brushed past him. "The divorce papers will be sent by my lawyer."

"What if I refuse to sign?"

She paused but didn't turn.

"Then we'll settle it in court."

The slam of the front door struck like a hammer.

Ethan overturned the dining table. The shattering of porcelain echoed through the empty villa.

Northville Villa had been uninhabited for months. The fridge was bare.

Evelyn drove to the supermarket and returned with groceries as the city lights flickered to life.

Her tired reflection stared back from the restaurant window.

As she stepped outside, a shadow collided with her.

Shopping bags scattered across the pavement.

"Sorry! So sorry!" The stranger frantically gathered her items—then froze upon looking up.

Evelyn's pupils contracted.

She'd recognize that face anywhere. Even in death.