Chapter 298
There was a time when Vanessa's tears would shatter Ethan's heart, making him whisper sweet nothings until she calmed down.
But now, as she stood before him weeping yet again, all he felt was exhaustion.
No man had patience for a woman who cried at every little thing.
Ethan's gaze turned icy as he snapped, "Stop it. You're getting on my nerves."
Between his sharp words and Eleanor's scolding, Vanessa's tears halted mid-fall.
Not wanting Evelyn to witness the cracks in her relationship, Vanessa hastily wiped her face, forcing her emotions back under control.
"Perhaps I overreacted. Ethan would never betray me. No one could ever take him from me," Vanessa said, her eyes locked onto Evelyn with venom.
The hidden meaning in her words was obvious to everyone present.
Evelyn, however, found the entire display laughable.
Does Vanessa seriously see me as competition? she thought, amused.
The idea was ridiculous.
Evelyn had no interest in Ethan—not now, not ever.
Yet Vanessa clung to her delusions, desperate to paint her as the villain.
It was pathetic.
Evelyn turned away, unwilling to entertain the drama any longer.
But Vanessa wasn't done.
"You think you've won?" she hissed under her breath, just loud enough for Evelyn to hear.
Evelyn paused, then smirked.
Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what winning even looks like.
The tension thickened, heavy with unspoken threats.
Ethan watched them both, his expression unreadable.
Something had shifted—irrevocably.
And deep down, Vanessa knew it.
Her grip on Ethan was slipping.
And she would do anything to get it back.
Even if it meant playing dirty.
Her gaze flickered toward the door, where a shadow lingered—Damian Cross, watching silently.
A plan was already forming in her mind.
One that would ruin Evelyn Carter for good.
I'd left that toxic relationship behind years ago, yet Ethan and Vanessa remained trapped in their endless cycle of bitterness.
The realization hit Evelyn like a cold splash of water—they had grown worlds apart.
She pulled out a chair and sat across from Vanessa, her voice steady. "Vanessa, let's be honest. Give me Damian's number. I need to contact him about something important."
Vanessa's face drained of color instantly.
"What kind of twisted joke is this? I don't have Damian's number!" Her voice rose sharply. "But you—you slept with him three years ago. You even had him kidnap me! Shouldn't you know how to reach him better than I do?"
Ethan's expression darkened at the accusation, and Eleanor stood frozen, her lips parted in shock.
Though she didn’t know who Damian was, the revelation that Evelyn had been with him long before marrying Alexander made her gaze turn icy with judgment.
So Evelyn wasn’t as pristine as she pretended to be.
Poor Alexander. He probably has no idea his wife has such a past.
"Mom," Ethan said abruptly, turning to Eleanor. His tone left no room for argument. "You should go. This isn’t your concern."
The tension in the room had thickened unbearably, and Eleanor’s presence only made it worse.
Eleanor was already preparing to depart. She couldn't wait to return and rub the news of her future grandchild in Harold, Audrey, and Sophia’s faces.
Before leaving, Eleanor gave Vanessa a few stern reminders—mostly about staying in bed—and then turned to go.
As she stepped into the hallway, she nearly collided with Simon, who was maneuvering a wheelchair out of the doctor’s office.
Alexander sat in it, his expression unreadable.
Eleanor’s lips curled slightly as she recalled the whispers she’d overheard earlier in the ward. She hadn’t intended to say anything, but the opportunity was too tempting to resist.
After all, Alexander had been the one to push her husband, Vincent, out of Titan Capital Group. The humiliation still stung.
Now, seeing him like this, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction.
"Alexander," she began, her tone dripping with false concern, "you should really be more careful about the company you keep. A man who’s never been in love is easy prey for scheming women."
Alexander’s gaze sharpened. "What are you implying?"
"Evelyn, before she married you… well…"
Eleanor let the words hang, her smile widening.
Simon stiffened beside the wheelchair, his grip tightening on the handles.
But Alexander merely tilted his head, his voice dangerously calm. "Finish your sentence, Eleanor."
She hesitated, sensing the shift in the air.
Then, with a dismissive flick of her wrist, she turned away. "Oh, never mind. Some things are better left unsaid."
She walked off, her heels clicking sharply against the tiles.
Alexander watched her go, his jaw tightening.
Simon exhaled slowly. "Sir, should I—?"
"Find out what she knows," Alexander cut in, his voice low. "Now."
Simon nodded and pulled out his phone.
Meanwhile, Eleanor rounded the corner, her smirk fading as she dialed a number.
"Grace?" she murmured into the phone. "We need to talk. It’s about Evelyn."
The line crackled with silence before Grace’s voice came through, sharp with curiosity. "What about her?"
Eleanor glanced over her shoulder, then lowered her voice.
"Let’s just say… our little problem might solve itself sooner than we thought."
The words hit Eleanor like a physical blow.
"Evelyn slept with her foster brother, Damian. Didn’t you know that?"
Recognition flashed in Eleanor’s eyes. That name—she’d heard it before.
Alexander’s expression darkened, his voice dangerously low. "Who told you that?"
Their gazes locked, and Eleanor felt the air between them grow heavy with tension.
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The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.
Eleanor’s pulse raced. She had stumbled onto something far bigger than she realized.
Alexander’s jaw tightened. "Answer me."
She swallowed hard.
Who had revealed this secret?
And why now?