Chapter 529
No.1
She wanted to avoid walking with Julian Ashford and fueling more gossip.
"I truly didn't marry Julian," she explained. Workplace rumors had spiraled into absurdity.
"Then who's your husband? Is the pregnancy real?" Martha's reporter instincts kicked in.
Evelyn hesitated. "Well..."
"Is it the Crown Prince's baby?"
"No." This answer came firmly.
"What?" Martha gaped. "Then you and the Crown Prince..."
No.2
"We're really not like that." Evelyn smiled wryly. "Others can speculate, but you're my friend. I don't want misunderstandings between us."
"Alright, I believe you." Martha nodded. "So who's the father?"
Evelyn: "......"
Martha raised an eyebrow. "Aren't we friends? No lies or omissions, right?"
"Well...no lies, but privacy..." Evelyn forced a laugh. "Oh look, my stop! Thanks Martha—"
"Darling wife, done with work?" Alexander's voice suddenly cut in.
Evelyn froze.
No.3
Speak of the devil!
Alexander straightened from leaning against the wall, pulling her into an embrace. Before Martha's astonished eyes, he kissed Evelyn's forehead.
"Was work exhausting, love? Has our little one been bothering you?"
He sighed dramatically. "Dearest wife, I've resigned from Kingsley Group. Now I'm unemployed—you'll support me, won't you? My darling, promise you'll take care of me?"
Evelyn: ...Get lost!
Martha Nash stumbled out of the elevator.
Ding—
No.4
The doors slid open on the ground floor.
She wandered out in a daze, nearly colliding with a tall figure.
The man steadied her swaying shoulders with quick reflexes.
"Watch your step, Martha."
She nodded mechanically. "Yes, Crown Prince."
Wait—
Crown Prince?
No.5
By the time she snapped back to reality, the elevator doors had already closed.
Martha froze, watching the floor numbers climb until they stopped at Evelyn Sinclair's level.
She covered her mouth, eyes reddening.
Would knowing too many secrets get her silenced...?
Evelyn blocked the doorway, facing off against Alexander Kingsley.
"Move. You're not coming in."
Alexander stood firm.
No.6
"Evelyn, I've returned everything to the Kingsleys. If you turn me away, I'll have nowhere to go."
She scoffed. "Who are you trying to fool?"
"Where's your mansion?"
"Sold."
"Royal Gardens?"
"Always belonged to the Kingsleys. Deed's returned."
"The floor below—"
No.7
"On the market. The agent showed it today."
"So you're just a nouveau riche now? Step aside, Property Tycoon. I can't possibly reach your level."
"Every penny goes back to the Kingsleys! Severing ties means settling every cent they ever spent on me."
Evelyn arched a brow. "Not my problem. Move—"
Alexander remained immovable. "If you don't let me in, I'll sleep right here tonight. Evelyn, we're still married. You wouldn't abandon me like this."
She'd never seen Alexander so shameless.
Crossing her arms, she said, "Ever heard 'when poverty comes in the door, love flies out the window'? I do pity you... so let's divorce."