Chapter 633

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Evelyn found Isabella's claims absolutely ridiculous and couldn't bring herself to believe a single word.

During her hospital stay, Alexander had been her constant shadow.

He juggled Titan Capital Group's demanding workload by day and kept vigil at her bedside by night, with Simon delivering fresh suits daily.

The man barely slept, often working until dawn, yet he always found his way back to her.

When autumn's chill crept in, he'd cocoon her in his warmth, his sculpted torso radiating heat beneath her exploring fingertips.

"Evelyn, you're playing with fire. Pregnancy won't always protect you," Alexander would growl, his smoldering gaze promising retribution.

Their intimate dances always ended the same way - with Alexander burying his frustration in the curve of her neck, his stubble grazing sensitive skin until she dissolved into breathless laughter.

Crammed together on the narrow hospital bed, Evelyn had never felt more cherished.

Now, seeing Isabella padding around in slippers through their penthouse, Evelyn's blood turned to ice.

"This is my home! What gives you the right to be here?"

The sight of rumpled sheets in the master bedroom ignited her fury.

"Who authorized you to enter our room? Get out!" She ripped the contaminated linens away, her stomach churning at the violation.

Isabella merely flicked her hair, unfazed. "Dramatic much?"

Evelyn's fingers clenched around her phone. "I'll show you dramatic. Alexander!"

The call rolled to voicemail.

"Meeting?" she muttered before rounding on Isabella. "I don't care how you got in. Leave now or I'm calling security."

"Alexander invited me!" Isabella taunted. "His penthouse, his rules. What's it to you?"

"I'm his wife! Half of everything here is mine!" The declaration silenced Isabella momentarily.

With exaggerated theatrics, Isabella turned toward the elevator. "Fine. But he'll come retrieve me personally!"

Evelyn wasted no time incinerating the tainted bedding. As she stepped out to dispose of it, she found Isabella lingering in the foyer.

The woman's sudden self-inflicted slap made Evelyn blink. "Have you lost your mind?"

Isabella whimpered into her phone, "Did you hear that, Alexander? She hit me!"

Evelyn's lips thinned. Retreating to the bathroom, she filled a basin with icy water.

"Last chance," Evelyn warned from the doorway.

Isabella's mocking "crazy bitch" mouthing was the final straw. The water arced perfectly, drenching Isabella's designer blouse.

Winter's approach made the dousing particularly cruel. Isabella's teeth chattered as she wrenched the basin from her head. "You'll regret this, Evelyn! Ah—"

Evelyn froze. Without any contact, Isabella suddenly tumbled down the curved staircase.

"Is this some deranged performance art?" Evelyn muttered, watching Isabella writhe on the marble below.

The penthouse door burst open. Alexander's usually impeccable hair was disheveled, his tie askew from rushing home. His gaze flickered between his soaked childhood friend and his pregnant wife.

"Evelyn, are you hurt?" He was at her side in three strides.

Isabella's tear-streaked face contorted. "I'm the one who fell! Why does no one care about me?"