Chapter 809
No.1
Alexander's eyes darkened. He'd backed himself into a corner. Had he known she wrote those articles, he'd never have sued.
Because regardless of the verdict—
He'd already lost.
Evelyn Sinclair and Alexander Kingsley stood at the edge of a precipice.
If Alexander won this lawsuit, what would he gain?
Only public vindication—while losing her forever.
He didn’t care about reputation or apologies. He only wanted Evelyn back.
No.2
Back at Royal Gardens, she had been like a delicate ornament, quiet and unobtrusive.
Now that she was gone, every second without her was agony.
From the moment he brought her home thirteen years ago, he never imagined losing her.
But losing the case…
That was worse than winning.
It would mean admitting there had been something between him and Isabella Winslow.
The thought was unbearable.
No.3
"Does the defense have further evidence to submit?" The judge’s voice snapped Alexander back to reality.
Evelyn slowly raised a USB drive.
"I have video evidence of Alexander Kingsley and Isabella Winslow."
Alexander’s brow furrowed.
What else did she have?
His legal team exchanged glances. They had vetted every possible piece of evidence.
The judge motioned to play the video.
No.4
The moment the footage appeared, Alexander’s face darkened.
Isabella stepped out of a hotel room, pacing the hallway.
Five minutes later, Alexander arrived.
They exchanged words before Isabella followed him out of the camera’s view.
"Where did you get this?" Alexander shot to his feet.
He had tried to retrieve this footage before, only to find the hotel’s data wiped.
"Do you have the full recording?" He moved toward Evelyn, urgency in his voice.
No.5
The judge immediately intervened.
Alexander gripped the railing, veins bulging.
"Evelyn, hand over the complete video!"
She met his gaze calmly.
"Alexander, you were with Isabella that night, weren’t you?"
Her words stabbed into his heart.
"Can you honestly say nothing happened?" she pressed.
No.6
This wasn’t the Evelyn he knew.
Cold. Calculating.
She wasn’t jealous or heartbroken—just determined to win.
"Is victory all you care about?" His voice was raw. "Or do you no longer care who I’m with?"
She didn’t love him anymore.
The realization froze him to the core.
"Plaintiff, answer the defendant’s question," the judge reminded.
No.7
"Eve," Alexander suddenly used her childhood nickname, "I endured seven years. Now you can’t tolerate a single grain of sand?"
"So you admit it?" Evelyn pushed.
Before she could finish, Alexander vaulted over the railing.
The judge slammed the gavel in alarm.
Evelyn tried to retreat, but the defendant’s box trapped her.
Alexander seized her wrist, his other hand cradling the back of her neck.