Chapter 307

The moment Evelyn stepped into the grand hall of the Martin estate, the weight of Nathaniel's absence pressed down on her.

She had expected him to be there.

Instead, she was greeted by the cold, calculating gaze of Edward Martin.

"Where is he?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

Edward's lips curled into a smirk. "Business, my dear. You know how it is."

She didn’t believe him.

Not for a second.

Her phone buzzed—a message from Samuel Yates.

"Mr. Martin is at the penthouse. He asked not to be disturbed."

Evelyn clenched her fists.

Since when did Nathaniel shut her out?

She turned on her heel and marched toward the exit, ignoring Edward's mocking chuckle.

The drive to the penthouse was a blur.

Her mind raced with possibilities—none of them good.

When she arrived, the elevator ride felt endless.

The doors slid open to reveal an empty living room.

Then she heard it—the faint sound of a woman’s laughter.

Her blood ran cold.

She followed the sound to the master bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar.

Evelyn pushed it open.

And froze.

Nathaniel stood by the window, his back to her.

And beside him—Isabella Davis.

His ex.

His first love.

The woman who had nearly destroyed them before.

Isabella turned, her smile widening when she saw Evelyn.

"Well, well," she purred. "Look who decided to join us."

Nathaniel finally turned.

His expression was unreadable.

Evelyn’s heart shattered.

"Care to explain?" she whispered.

Nathaniel didn’t answer.

Isabella did.

"Oh, darling," she said, stepping closer to Nathaniel. "Didn’t he tell you?"

Evelyn’s vision blurred.

She didn’t wait for an answer.

She turned and ran.

Nathaniel called after her, but she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

The elevator doors closed just as he reached them.

Alone, Evelyn finally let the tears fall.

What had just happened?

And why did it feel like her world was ending?