Chapter 52

The document beneath the title was brief and to the point—Evelyn hadn’t been able to devise a perfect escape plan, no matter how much she racked her brain.

A single line stood out in bold: (Divorce Dominic Blackwood by year’s end—no matter what.)

A storm of fury and resentment darkened Dominic’s expression.

He had been trying to change, to become better—for her. Yet here she was, still determined to leave him.

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She had created this file last night… She had played him for a fool!

While she showered him with gifts and sweet words, she had been locked away in her room, plotting her exit.

Dominic had believed Evelyn was different. But the only thing that set her apart was how expertly she wore two faces.

He slammed the laptop shut and stormed out.

——

The executives at Blackwood Group immediately noticed their CEO’s foul mood the moment he stepped into the boardroom.

His jaw was clenched, his gaze glacial.

An unspoken tension radiated from him, thick enough to suffocate the room.

Every department head sat rigidly, barely daring to breathe.

The company’s third-quarter results had surpassed expectations—so why was their president seething?

Dominic didn’t speak a single word throughout the meeting. He listened to each report with detached indifference.

Only when it ended did he finally utter, "Dismissed," before striding out without another glance.

Nathan Cross moved to follow, but one of the managers caught his arm.

"What’s wrong with Mr. Blackwood?" the man whispered urgently. "If he’s unhappy with our performance, he should just say so! We’ll fix it!"

"Yeah, this silence is worse than criticism," another added. "Does he have some new strategy in mind?"

Nathan adjusted his glasses with a sigh. "The company’s performance was stellar. This isn’t about work."

He lowered his voice. "It’s personal."

Without elaborating, he hurried after Dominic.

——

Nathan pushed open the office door without knocking—only to freeze when he spotted the visitor inside.

"Mr. Chamberlain," he greeted stiffly.

Tristan Chamberlain flashed a charming smile. "Just borrowing your boss for a moment, Nathan."

Taking the hint, Nathan retreated, shutting the door behind him.

The moment they were alone, Tristan’s smile vanished.

"My parents sent me to bring Bianca home," he said, frustration lacing his tone. "But she refuses to listen to me. You’re the only one she’ll obey."

Without hesitation, Dominic picked up his phone and dialed Bianca’s number.

She answered instantly, her voice bright. "Dominic? Is everything okay?"

"Resign. Go home with your brother," he said flatly.

Tristan’s eyebrows shot up at the blunt command.

A beat of silence. Then—

"Did Tristan put you up to this?" Bianca hissed. "Ignore him! I’m not leaving!"

The line went dead.

Dominic set the phone down and leveled Tristan with an icy glare. "How many times have I cleaned up her messes? This is the last. Handle your family drama yourself."

Recognizing the dangerous edge in his tone, Tristan stood abruptly. "Right. I’ll see myself out."

As he stepped into the hallway, he caught Nathan’s arm. "What the hell’s going on? I’ve never seen Dominic this volatile."

Nathan sighed. "The company’s fine. His marriage isn’t."

Tristan’s eyes gleamed with interest. "He’s married? To who?"

"Evelyn Thorne."

"Ah." Tristan smirked. "So the great Dominic Blackwood has fallen for a girl barely out of college. How… unexpected."