Chapter 321

Get Out

Evelyn and Gregory both froze. Their eyes snapped to the doorway where Nathaniel stood rigid, his expression dark and dangerous.

His voice was ice. "Mr. Wilson, you certainly take great interest in Evelyn's affairs. While friendship is one thing, boundaries exist. She is my wife now." He enunciated each word deliberately. "Are you suggesting you'd cross moral lines to meddle in our marriage?"

The unspoken threat hung heavy—Gregory was nothing. Not family. Not a lover. Just an outsider with no right to interfere.

Gregory didn’t back down. "Mr. Martin, as her friend, I only want what’s best for her. Unlike you, I wouldn’t see her trapped in a loveless marriage." His gaze flicked to Evelyn’s stomach. "Or is the child the only reason you’re keeping her?"

Evelyn’s breath hitched. She shot Nathaniel a wary glance before hissing, "Gregory, stop. Leave. Now."

But Gregory pressed on. "Let him answer, Evelyn. Don’t you deserve to know where you stand?"

Nathaniel’s laugh was razor-sharp. "Since when do I justify myself to you? What’s your real agenda here?" His eyes narrowed. "Or is this some pathetic attempt to play the hero?"

The air thickened with tension.

Gregory smirked. "Accusing me won’t change the truth. She’s miserable, and you know it."

Evelyn slammed her hands on the desk. "Enough! Both of you—get out!"

Their words were knives, each twist deepening her humiliation. Gregory’s "help" only made her feel smaller. And Nathaniel—

His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "You’ve wanted her for years. But she chose me. That won’t change."

Gregory fired back, "I want her happy. Can you say the same?"

Nathaniel stepped closer, his glare venomous. "Happiness? You think ruining her marriage is kindness? A man without principles deserves no respect—in any circle."

Evelyn turned away, fists clenched. She couldn’t bear another second.

But neither man moved.

Nathaniel’s final blow was a sneer. "Face it, Wilson. You’re irrelevant."

Gregory’s retort was cut off as Evelyn snapped, "I said OUT!"

Silence crackled.

Then, with a last searing glance, Nathaniel strode away. Gregory hesitated, regret flashing in his eyes before he followed.

The door clicked shut.

Alone, Evelyn exhaled shakily.

Their battle had left scars—and the war was far from over.