A chilling aura radiated from him. His pitch-black eyes pinned her in place like daggers.
Evelyn’s breath hitched as her back pressed against the cold wall.
Ethan advanced step by step, the sound of his dress shoes striking the tiles unnervingly sharp.
“Who gave you the nerve?”
His voice was low, each word laced with icy venom.
Her fingers tightened around the document folder, knuckles turning white.
“Mr. Sullivan, since you’re here, why don’t we go to the notary together?”
She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze without flinching.
A cold laugh escaped him as he seized her wrist.
“You think this is enough to get a divorce?”
The folder clattered to the floor, revealing the divorce papers inside.
She struggled, but his grip was unyielding.
“Do I need to find another man before you’ll sign?”
His eyes darkened, fingers tightening until his knuckles whitened.
“Go ahead. Try.”
He leaned in, his whisper terrifyingly soft against her ear.
“Let’s see who dares lay a finger on Mrs. Sullivan.”
Evelyn shoved him away and bent to retrieve the folder.
“I won’t trouble you any further, Mr. Sullivan.”
She turned toward the eye-catching Lamborghini.
Ethan’s gaze locked onto the car, his expression stormy.
“Whose car is that?”
She yanked the door open without looking back.
“None of your concern.”
As the engine roared to life, Ethan pulled out his phone.
“Find out who owns that Lamborghini.”
Evelyn had barely parked when she spotted William waiting at the company entrance.
“Evelyn, this car—”
His eyes lingered greedily on the luxury vehicle.
“Did you need something?”
She cut him off sharply.
His smile faltered before he forced it back.
“Come home for dinner this weekend. Your grandmother misses you.”
“Fine.”
She turned to leave, but he hurriedly added, “I’ll send a car for you on Saturday.”
Only after he was gone did she exhale in relief.
Night fell.
Evelyn’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she stared at her screen.
Her phone buzzed.
“Evelyn…”
Sophia’s tearful voice crackled through the line.
She grabbed her coat and bolted out the door.
The private room reeked of alcohol.
Sophia lay sprawled on the couch, her makeup smeared.
“He cheated on me…”
Evelyn’s chest tightened as she rushed forward.
Broken bottles littered the floor, reflecting the chaos in fractured light.
