"She's so lifeless, I've had more engaging conversations with my houseplants," Nathaniel sneered with open disdain.
Those cruel words hit Evelyn like a slap.
She didn't lash out. Instead, a cold, mocking smile tugged at her lips—one that didn't reach her eyes.
In her previous life, Nathaniel had once snarled the exact same insult while gripping her throat.
Back then, they were married—six long years—and that was how little he thought of her.
And now, they weren't even anything anymore, and he still felt entitled to insult her in front of a crowd.
Evelyn's hands, hanging at her sides, clenched tight until the veins stood out on the backs of them.
She gave off this icy vibe that froze the whole room.
Lydia shrank back the moment she felt Evelyn's fury—it was the fir
