The Luckiest Mistake of My Life

Chapter 7 Cast Out, Not Broken

　　There's no way Evelyn was going to let Gina waltz into the Jackson family without a hitch. That fake k********g stunt Gina pulled back then had scared her already sick mother to death. And just like that, she pinned the whole thing on her—Fabian ended up hating her for a full three years!

　　Seriously, someone like Gina didn't deserve a damn ounce of happiness.

　　But of course, Fabian didn't know the truth. He just assumed Evelyn was jealous. "Evelyn, be smart and sign the papers. If you won't cooperate, trust me, I've got plenty of ways to make sure you do."

　　Evelyn's whole body was trembling with rage, but her tone was firm. "I'm not signing, Fabian. Even if you'll never love me in this lifetime, I'm not giving up this spot. I want Gina to carry the label of 'homewrecker' for the rest of her life!"

　　She flung the divorce agreement onto the floor and turned to leave.

　　Fabian was fuming. Clenching his fists, he clapped his hands. A few bodyguards had already walked into the villa without anyone noticing.

　　"Hold her," Fabian ordered without missing a beat.

　　The bodyguards stepped forward as instructed. Evelyn struggled hard, "Let go! Fabian, what the hell are you doing? Forcing me into a divorce?"

　　He glanced at her with cold, dead eyes and laid the agreement flat on the table. Next to it sat another document—a land rights certificate.

　　Evelyn's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're threatening me?"

　　Fabian didn't answer. He calmly took a seat, his every move exuding elegance and privilege. A mocking smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Evelyn, you've got two choices—either sign the divorce, or say goodbye to your mother's grave."

　　He knew exactly what mattered to her. She didn't care about money or power, but her mother's gravesite—that was untouchable.

　　Evelyn's heart was torn apart.

　　She didn't want this divorce, not if it meant giving Gina a happy ending. But if she resisted, how could she protect her mom's resting place? With the Mitchells gone, the only leverage she had left was being 'Mrs. Jackson.'

　　For a second, Evelyn felt completely crushed. Tears streamed down her face, silent and unstoppable.

　　She stood there, frozen, her arms pinned so tight she couldn't even move. A wave of bitterness welled up inside her—if she could, she'd rush over and slap Fabian across the face. How dare he do this to her? Was it just because she loved him?

　　Did falling first mean you had to fall hardest?

　　She didn't have the answer. Her tears just kept falling, cheeks pale as paper.

　　Fine.

　　If this marriage had always just been a one-sided joke, she was willing to let go of everything for the sake of her mother's peace on the other side.

　　They tossed her out like trash. Her clothes scattered all over the ground.

　　"Evelyn, for the sake of what we once had, just leave on your own," Fabian's cold voice drifted to her ears as he slammed the door shut without a second glance.

　　That once-familiar figure of hers vanished behind the villa gates. Her expression blank, like a robot, Evelyn picked up her clothes piece by piece and crammed them into a tiny suitcase.

　　The afternoon sun beat down gently on her, but no amount of warmth could touch her heart.

　　Dragging her suitcase aimlessly down the busy street, Evelyn walked through traffic, crowds, and glitzy buildings flashing by like a dream she didn't belong in.

　　She didn't even realize until a long while later—outside of the Jacksons, she had nowhere to go.

　　For the first time, the future looked pitch black.