Chapter 37

The door swung open. Adrian Valentine stood at the threshold, his gaze as cold as ice.

Evelyn Roland's heart clenched. She couldn't understand why he suddenly despised her so much.

Swallowing her bitterness, she forced out the words, "Mr. Valentine, could you help me with my things?"

Last time she went to the company, he hadn't even let her through the front gates.

Adrian sneered. "Mr. Valentine? Are we strangers now that we're divorced?" His voice dripped with suppressed fury.

His eyes flickered over her pale face, lingering briefly on her shoulder—where a gunshot wound lay hidden beneath her clothes.

Finally, Evelyn voiced the question burning inside her. "Adrian, you pursued me because of a bet. You betrayed me for Isabella. You called me filthy. Why?"

Today, she would get answers.

His expression darkened instantly. "How dare you bring that up!"

If she hadn't sold out their secrets, Christian Lefèvre would still be alive.

He turned and snatched a stack of photos from the coffee table, flinging them at her face.

"You accuse me of betrayal? You were the one who betrayed me first!"

The photos scattered across the floor. In them, a radiant young man—more handsome than Adrian himself—held her close, both of them laughing.

Alexander Durand.

Evelyn trembled as she knelt to gather the pictures. Tears splashed onto the images as she clutched them to her chest. These were moments she'd never seen before.

"Alex..." She shut her eyes, the memory of the brilliant young man flooding back.

"Eve, wake up! I made you sweet rice dumplings..."

His bright voice still echoed in her ears.

Adrian had never seen her cry like this for anyone else. Rage consumed him. She had always carried another man in her heart.

"Don't dirty my floor with your tears," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Evelyn looked up sharply. "Where did you get these?"

Alexander's identity was classified. How did Adrian—

"Was it you...?" Her voice shook. Had he been the one who killed Alexander?

Adrian seized her throat. "I was your husband! Yet you smiled like that in another man's arms. What was I to you?"

His hands trembled. Seeing those photos had shattered him.

Evelyn closed her eyes, scalding tears rolling onto his fingers. At this moment, she would rather die by his hand.

Four years of agony had finally been laid bare.