Chapter 440

Alexander’s expression darkened as he glared at Ethan, his jaw clenched tight.

The sight of him made Alexander’s blood boil.

“What the hell did you do to her?” His voice was low, dangerous.

“Did you send those photos to provoke me?” Alexander’s eyes flashed with fury. “Ethan, are you that eager to die? Have I been too lenient with you?”

There were no outsiders here—no need for subtlety.

Ethan knew exactly who Alexander was talking about.

Evelyn.

But he was genuinely confused. “Photos? What photos?”

“Still playing dumb?” Alexander’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Those photos were taken with your phone.”

Ethan did have pictures with Evelyn on his phone—but he hadn’t sent them to Alexander.

His phone hadn’t even been in his possession since the surgery.

Yet, Alexander’s reaction told him everything.

The photos had been leaked.

And they must have been devastating. Otherwise, Alexander wouldn’t be this enraged.

A slow, triumphant smile spread across Ethan’s face.

For years, he had lived in Alexander’s shadow.

But now?

Now, he finally had the upper hand.

The tension in the room was suffocating.

Ethan Caldwell smirked, wiping the blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. His eyes gleamed with defiance as he stared up at Alexander Whitmore.

"You sent me away because you were afraid," Ethan taunted. "Afraid that Evelyn and I would find our way back to each other. Those photos? They got under your skin, didn’t they?"

Alexander’s jaw tightened, his knuckles white from the force of his clenched fists.

Ethan continued, undeterred. "Do you even know what we’ve been doing these past twenty days? We met. We talked. We went to concerts, shared meals—real dates, Alexander. Not a rushed marriage like yours." His grin widened. "Tell me, have you ever actually taken Evelyn on a proper date?"

Alexander’s expression darkened, but Ethan only laughed.

"Face it. Evelyn and I have history. Memories you can’t erase, no matter how hard you try."

A fresh trickle of blood slid down Ethan’s chin, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, his smile turned sharper, more dangerous.

"You shipped me off because you saw me as a threat. That’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re not as confident as you pretend to be."

Alexander’s voice was ice. "You’re delusional. Shared childhood means nothing. She’s my wife now. She’s carrying my child. That makes you irrelevant."

Ethan’s eyes flashed.

"Are you sure about that?" He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto Alexander’s. "How do you know it’s yours? What if it’s mine?"

The words struck like a blade.

Alexander’s control snapped.

Ethan Caldwell smirked, his tone dripping with arrogance. "I said the child in Evelyn's womb is mine, Alexander."

The words had barely left his lips when Alexander Whitmore's fist connected with his face again.

Blood gushed from Ethan's already injured nose, staining his crisp white shirt.

"Bullshit!" Alexander's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "First of all, I know Evelyn would never betray me. Second, you're delusional if you think she'd ever take you back!"

His knuckles ached from the force of the punch, his entire body trembling with barely restrained fury.

Despite his unwavering trust in Evelyn, the mere suggestion was enough to ignite his rage.

Ethan wiped the blood from his lips, unfazed. "Test the baby’s DNA after it’s born, Alexander. Then you’ll see I’m telling the truth."

The challenge hung in the air between them, thick with tension.

Alexander’s jaw clenched.

He refused to entertain the idea—yet doubt, like poison, slithered into his mind.

What if Ethan wasn’t lying?

What if the child wasn’t his?

The thought was unbearable.

But Evelyn wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

Would she?