Chapter 267

Margaret Whitmore turned sharply to Dominic Harrington. "Get your bride to the hospital now, Dominic. Hurry! If she stays here another second, I swear someone might kill her!"

Dominic's response was ice-cold. "Of course. But before I go, let me make one thing clear—the wedding between Olivia Sinclair and me is officially canceled. Our relationship ends today." His voice carried across the stunned crowd. "I apologize for dragging all of you into this mess. Rest assured, the Blackwood family will compensate everyone for their wasted time."

Gasps erupted.

Nathan Prescott paled, stepping forward in panic. "What the hell, Dom? You're seriously calling off the wedding now? Do you realize how cruel that is? Tell me you're joking!"

Dominic didn’t answer. He simply scooped Olivia into his arms and strode away, leaving chaos in his wake.

The crowd dispersed quickly, eager to escape the drama. Soon, only Ethan Blackwood, Vivian Lockhart, and the infamous actress Evelyn Sinclair remained on the beach.

Evelyn batted her lashes, feigning innocence. "Ms. Lockhart, I was only telling the truth earlier. You don’t blame me, do you?"

Vivian smirked. "Oh, I see your game. You used someone else to attack your real target—me. Clever. Your hatred is obvious, Evelyn. But here’s what I don’t get—why? What did I ever do to you?"

Evelyn clutched her chest dramatically. "Ms. Lockhart! How can you accuse me like this? I was just being honest! Are you really punishing me for telling the truth?"

Vivian wasn’t fooled. "Save the act. You’re a public figure, Evelyn. If you want my ex-husband, just say it. Stop wasting time with these pathetic schemes." She gave Evelyn a slow, mocking once-over. "You’ve got the looks. That tiny waist of yours? Perfect for Ethan’s tastes. Maybe if you flaunted it more, you wouldn’t need to sabotage other women."

Evelyn’s face burned crimson. She sucked in her stomach instinctively, then shot Ethan a sultry glance.

Vivian nearly laughed. Unbelievable. She actually fell for that.

Evelyn was supposed to be A-list, sophisticated—yet here she was, shamelessly pandering to Ethan like some desperate groupie.

Vivian nudged Ethan playfully. "Well? Aren’t you going to say something? The famous Evelyn Sinclair just confessed her undying love for you!"

Ethan’s expression darkened. His piercing gaze locked onto Vivian, icy and unamused. He wasn’t in the mood for games.

But Vivian, ever the provocateur, grinned. "Why not shake hands? Consider this your official introduction. Just remember to pay me a matchmaker’s fee when you two—"

"Ah!"

Ethan’s hand clamped around her wrist like a vise. Pain shot up her arm. "Have you lost your mind, Ethan Blackwood? Let go!"

His grip only tightened. His eyes burned with fury. "Explain yourself."