At exactly nine o'clock, Evelyn received the news—Nathaniel was holding a press conference. And guess where? Right at the Sterling Arc.
Evelyn smirked when she saw the message. She changed into something casual and threw on a bit of light makeup.
Just as she grabbed her bag to leave, Mr. Sullivan walked up with an elegant little gift box. "Miss Evelyn, this is from Mr. Julian Everett."
Evelyn reached out to take it.
The moment she lifted the lid, Evelyn's breath caught.
Nestled in velvet lay a delicate gold chain bracelet—its design chillingly familiar.
In her past life, an identical piece had arrived unsigned on her first wedding anniversary with Nathaniel. Assuming it was another hollow gesture from her estranged husband, she'd tossed it into a dusty drawer, never onc
