Chapter 482

Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd like wildfire.

No one had expected this explosive revelation. The truth was laid bare—Serena had been the one desperately clinging to Nathan, not the other way around. But what shocked Evelyn most was Nathan's unnerving composure.

Drawing a shaky breath, she leveled her gaze at him. "Did you divorce me because you thought I pushed Serena down those stairs?"

Nathan's piercing eyes never wavered. His voice cut through the tension like steel. "You filed the divorce papers."

The hallway erupted in murmurs. Even Serena's face drained of color. Evelyn had initiated the divorce? This changed everything.

Evelyn squared her shoulders. "Have I ever tried to win you back since our divorce?"

Every spectator held their breath as Nathan's answer came, soft yet devastating. "It's me who can't move on from you."

A stunned silence blanketed the corridor. Serena swayed in her wheelchair, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

Evelyn's chest tightened with conflicting emotions—anger, confusion, something dangerously close to hope.

She inhaled sharply. "Mr. Black," her voice turned glacial, "we're divorced. Your relationship with Serena—or anyone else—is none of my concern. Stay away from me."

Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and marched away, her stilettos clicking like gunshots against the marble floor.

Nathan's expression darkened. The pieces clicked into place—Serena's poisonous lies. His jaw clenched.

Only when Evelyn disappeared around the corner did he turn to Serena. The look he gave her made her blood run cold.

Wordlessly, he gripped the handles of her wheelchair and pushed her forward. The air around him turned arctic, his stormy mood palpable.

The moment they left, the hallway exploded with chatter.

"Did that just happen?"

"So Dr. Hartley never stole Serena's man? Mr. Black proposed after they'd already broken up!"

"And did you hear? Serena kept calling Nathan at night with excuses—that's textbook mistress behavior!"