Chapter 548

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Alexander Whitmore stood by the window, his expression unreadable as he addressed the woman sitting across from him.

"I funded your education and ensured your comfort all these years because Andrew entrusted me with that duty." His voice was calm but firm, carrying the weight of finality. "But you're an adult now, Isabella. It's time you stood on your own."

Isabella Morgan's fingers tightened around her teacup, her knuckles turning white. She had expected many things from this conversation, but not this. Not outright rejection.

"Alexander—"

"I'll have Simon handle any matters concerning you from now on," he continued, cutting her off. His gaze flickered briefly to Evelyn, who sat quietly beside him. "This isn't just about responsibility. It's about respect—for my wife."

The words struck Isabella like a physical blow. She had always known Alexander was loyal, but hearing him prioritize Evelyn so openly left her breathless.

Evelyn, for her part, barely reacted. But beneath the table, her fingers brushed against Alexander's, a silent acknowledgment of his words. The warmth of her touch softened the hard lines of his expression, if only for a moment.

Isabella's lips pressed into a thin line. She had spent years weaving herself into Alexander's life, banking on their shared history. But now, with a single declaration, he was severing those ties.

The realization settled heavily in her chest.

She had underestimated Evelyn Carter.

And now, she was paying the price.