Evelyn had finally succeeded. She was going to be his wife–not some secret mistress
hidden in the shadows.
Certainly not someone like Hannah.
Evelyn despised Hannah.
Even when Christopher was at his most devoted to Evelyn, Hannah’s name was always pinned to the top of his messages.
Evelyn didn’t dare confront Christopher about it directly.
But she was determined to make sure Hannah knew her place.
She wanted Hannah to understand that she was marrying Christopher, and she wouldn’t tolerate anyone trying to take what belonged to her.
Christopher’s money, his love, his very existence–they all belonged to Evelyn now.
Evelyn had worked too hard and planned too carefully to let anyone interfere.
If Hannah had any dignity, she’d back off. Otherwise, Evelyn had a hundred ways to make her regret it.
But just when Evelyn thought Christopher was head over heels in love with her–so in love he couldn’t live without her–he did the unthinkable.
He spent the night at Hannah’s.
He didn’t come home.
Evelyn couldn’t believe it.
She went to Hannah’s house herself, furious and desperate, and knocked on the door.
A man and a woman alone together all night–who would believe they weren’t doing something?
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Of course, Evelyn didn’t know that Christopher hadn’t stayed at Hannah’s house that night.
Instead, he had spent the evening with a leggy bunny–girl.
But regardless of the truth, Evelyn couldn’t accept it.
How could the love she had worked so hard to build be so easily trampled on?
She confronted Christopher, and it wasn’t pretty.
Christopher, on the other hand, was equally frustrated. He wasn’t naïve. From the very first moment he met Evelyn, he had acknowledged her beauty–her delicate features, her clear, innocent eyes, and her air of elegance, like a Persian cat.
Charming, lovely, and just a little arrogant.
From their “chance encounter” at the coffee shop to the times he deliberately visited just to see her, Christopher had always known that Evelyn wasn’t as fragile or pure as she
seemed.
She had an agenda.
But, honestly, so what?
Affairs of romance and attraction were always about the experience. She wanted to play, and he was more than happy to indulge her.
She wanted him to court her, to create the romantic fantasy of a young girl’s dreams. So, he gave her what she wanted.
He’d put in just enough effort–a little affection, a little intention. He’d even made a big deal out of something as simple as buying dumplings from a local shop.
He told her he had braved the freezing wind and stood in line for two hours just to get
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She was moved to tears.
When she needed a blood transfusion after a car accident, he pulled some strings and
took care of it. It wasn’t hard–just money and a quick favor.
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But he made it seem heroic effort, turning it into a grand gesture that had everyone saying he was madly in love with Evelyn.
Christopher played the game well. He invested time, money, and even some genuine
emotion.
But when he went to Hannah’s house to cook her dinner, Evelyn showed up like a jealous,
unhinged woman banging on the door, demanding answers, and accusing him.
Her aggressive, accusatory tone pushed Christopher over the edge.
He dragged her outside and snapped, “Evelyn, who do you think you are to me?”
“Did I give you permission to come here?”
“Go home. Now.”
To Christopher, Evelyn was nothing more than a spoiled Persian cat. She threw tantrums now and then, but it wasn’t a big deal. He figured he could smooth things over with her the next day.
Hannah, however, was different.
Their relationship was permanent–bound for life. It wasn’t just personal; it was tied to the reputation of the Gray Group, to wealth and power.
He couldn’t let anyone jeopardize that.
Later that evening, he tried to comfort Hannah.
As part of his plan, Christopher even casually showed her a photo of the bunny–girl he’d been with, testing her reaction.
He assumed she’d feel jealous–whether it was over Evelyn or the bunny–girl.
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But Hannah simply looked at the photo and said, “She’s gorgeous. Those legs could last
you a year.”
Her indifferent response threw him off completely.
Unable to control himself, Christopher leaned in and kissed her, holding her head gently.
His years of experience had made him confident in his skill. Surely, no woman could resist him. Surely, Hannah would finally give in.
He waited for her reaction.
But in the end, she just stood there, stiff as a board, completely unresponsive.
Frustrated, he teased her, telling her she should feel a little jealous.
She only smiled, and to make things worse, she even offered to be his relationship coach.
For the first time, Christopher felt like a failure in this game of emotion.
In that sense, he and Evelyn weren’t so different.
But Evelyn was fighting a different battle.
She believed her happiness–her love–was within reach. She had already grasped it.
She was living in the Gray family mansion, surrounded by wealth and luxury, with. assistants and staff catering to her every need.
Everyone envied her.
But she couldn’t tolerate Hannah’s existence.
Evelyn decided it was time to teach Hannah a lesson.
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Evelyn returned to the orphanage and found a few of those troublemaker kids.
Mark immediately volunteered to carry out her plan. He hopped on his dirt bike, grinning,
ready to do her bidding.
Evelyn gave him specific instructions: Don’t kill her.
If someone died, Mark would end up in prison–and besides, how could she compete with a dead woman for Christopher’s attention?
No, Evelyn’s plan was much more twisted. She told Mark to aim for Hannah’s lower body.
“Cripple her,” Evelyn said with venom. “Make sure she’s ruined for life. She should never be able to please a man again. That’s what she deserves for seducing Christopher.”
Because, in Evelyn’s mind, there was no other explanation.
Why else would Christopher cheat? It had to be Hannah. She had bewitched him.
But Mark botched the job. He didn’t even touch Hannah. Instead, he crashed his bike and
broke his own leg.
And worse, the whole thing enraged Christopher.
He didn’t let it slide. Instead, he ordered the hospital to amputate Mark’s leg, ensuring the boy would be crippled for life.
Evelyn was hysterical.
If this had happened before, Christopher would’ve caved to her tears. She wouldn’t even need to cry–just lower her head and look like she was about to. That alone would’ve been enough to break his heart.
He would’ve pulled her into his arms, soothing her with gentle words.
There was even a time when she refused to eat during a tantrum, and Christopher, afraid the staff wasn’t doing enough, personally fed her himself.
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He had been so good to her. So gentle.
But now? He didn’t even look at her.
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It had to be Hannah. That vile woman must’ve poisoned his mind.
Evelyn couldn’t stand it. She was going to marry Christopher, and she wouldn’t allow anyone else to be near him.
So, she devised a new plan.
She mobilized an army of trolls, hired reporters, and bought media coverage.
The public still remembered the grand spectacle of Christopher’s proposal just weeks ago–the global broadcast, the fireworks lighting up the sky. It had been the talk of the
town.
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Now, Evelyn leaked rumors of Christopher cheating, claiming he was keeping a mistress
on the side.
The news exploded overnight, trending at the top of every platform.
The result? Gray Group’s stock dropped three points.
Evelyn felt a twinge of regret it was Christopher’s money, after all. And someday, it would
be hers and her children’s inheritance.
But the backlash against Hannah was worth it. The internet was flooded with insults and
accusations.
Evelyn wasn’t done yet. She planned to hire a few thugs to “deal” with Hannah in a few
days.
Her ultimate goal? To have her abducted and sold off to some isolated rural area.
“Let her rot in the mountains,” Evelyn thought bitterly, her teeth clenched. “Let her be forced to bear children for some old man until she dies.”
That night, when Christopher came home, Evelyn put on her best act.
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She lowered her head, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice trembling with guilt.
“Christopher, I’m so sorry,” she said, her tone soft and pitiful. “When the reporters asked me, I couldn’t hold back. I accidentally told them the truth.”
She reached out, trying to hold him. She longed for him to embrace her like he used to, to kiss her forehead and whisper, “It’s okay.”
But Christopher’s expression remained cold.
Evelyn panicked. Tears streamed down her face.
“I didn’t know the stock would drop,” she sobbed desperately. “I’m so sorry. I just love you
too much. I can’t stand the thought of another woman being by your side.”
Her voice broke as she cried, her shoulders shaking with emotion.
Christopher finally spoke, his tone icy and distant:
“The stock doesn’t matter.”
