Chapter 6 The Wife Who Won't Disappear
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"Fabian told me Gina's pregnant with the Jackson heir. You had your shot, Evelyn—and you blew it. I don't care what bad blood's between you two, but touch that baby, and you'll answer to me. Got it?"
Evelyn kept her head lowered, quietly taking every word Fabian's mother threw at her.
Just thinking about how Gina was still lying in a hospital bed made Fabian's mom itch to slap Evelyn hard across the face.
But seeing Evelyn stay silent and hang her head somehow left her speechless. She shot Evelyn a glare full of resentment. "Forget it, I don't even have the energy to argue anymore. Once Gina's discharged, I'll have her move in here. You better take good care of her."
She clearly came just to inform Evelyn and didn't care for a response. After tossing down her words, she picked up her bag and walked away without so much as a glance back.
Evelyn kept her head down, said nothing. Her fingers clenched tightly onto the hem of her shirt, and her lips were bitten so hard they bled, but she was too numb to notice.
During the few days Gina was in the hospital, Fabian never showed up once. Evelyn didn't ask. She just focused on taking care of herself and the baby. In her heart, she firmly believed—whatever the adults had going on, the baby was innocent and didn't deserve any of it.
One noon, after lunch, Evelyn decided to sit outside and catch a bit of sunshine. Fabian might not want this child, but to her, this baby was her first, so she had to protect it the best she could.
She moved a chair into the yard and sat down under the sun, quietly enjoying the peace.
The mansion was empty—it was just her.
Then suddenly, a Bentley drove in through the gates. Evelyn instinctively squinted—she knew that car too well. It belonged to Fabian.
Her heart skipped a beat. A wave of unease hit her.
Fabian stepped out of the car and immediately saw Evelyn sitting calmly on the lawn. His face was cold, and with stiff movements he pulled out some documents from the car and strode over quickly.
He slapped the papers down on the table harshly, knocking over a teacup—scalding tea splashed and burned Evelyn's skin.
With a soft cry, she flinched back. But when she looked up at him, he acted like nothing had happened. That indifference instantly dragged her back to that night.
"Sign it," Fabian said in a clipped, commanding tone.
Evelyn ignored him, picked the paper off the table, glanced down—and froze.
In bold letters, it read: Divorce Agreement.
Even with all the mental prep she had, seeing those words still made her heart skip a beat.
She looked at Fabian in disbelief. "You want a divorce?" Her hands trembled as they clutched the papers, teeth pressing into her lip as she stared at him.
For the last three years, no matter how much Fabian didn't care about her, he had never mentioned divorce. After all, this marriage was arranged by his grandfather.
But if they really ended it now, what would happen to the baby?
Fabian's expression was stone cold, his voice sharp. "You think my family would ever welcome someone like you? You're heartless—and pure poison."
Heartless—and pure poison? Evelyn let out a faint, bitter laugh.
Fabian glanced at her with visible disgust. "Evelyn, I've never loved you. This marriage was a joke. Now that Gina's pregnant, I promised her a happy family."
"So you're telling me to pack up and disappear because the other woman's having a baby?" Evelyn's eyes were completely void of warmth now. Because someone else got pregnant, the wife had to make way?
Fabian said nothing. His eyes, colder than frost, said everything.
Evelyn's hands tightened around the divorce agreement. The paper crumpled in her grip as she spat out, "I'm not signing it."
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