Chapter 85
Evelyn hesitated for a brief moment before answering the call.
"Hello? May I ask who's speaking?"
"Good afternoon, Ms. Carter. I'm Mr. Whitmore's lawyer, and I'll be handling your divorce proceedings. Are you available to meet now?"
Lowering her eyes, Evelyn replied softly, "Yes."
She ended the call and instinctively placed a hand over her stomach. There was no reason to worry about the divorce agreement—she had already signed it without protest.
Nathaniel and she were from entirely different worlds.
Evelyn arrived at the café to meet the lawyer.
"Nice to meet you. Is there anything I need to do?"
"The divorce agreement outlines the division of assets. Mr. Whitmore has allocated three properties, a commercial storefront, a Maserati, and ten million in stocks and liquid assets to you. Please review the terms. If everything is in order, sign here, and I'll proceed with the legal formalities."
Evelyn barely glanced at the documents. She hadn’t paid attention when she first signed the agreement, nor had she noticed the staggering sum involved.
After all, Beatrice had made her sign a prenuptial agreement stating she would leave with nothing if the marriage ended.
Yet, Nathaniel had been unexpectedly generous. The properties alone were worth millions.
Evelyn pushed the papers back. "I don't want any of this."
She didn’t need his money. Accepting it would feel like charity—proof that she had married him for his wealth.
The lawyer blinked in surprise.
"Ms. Carter, are you certain? According to your prenuptial agreement, Mr. Whitmore isn’t obligated to provide you with anything. Yet he chose to. I strongly advise you to reconsider."
In his years handling divorces, he had rarely encountered someone refusing assets—unless they had ulterior motives. Most couples fought viciously over every penny.
Evelyn gave a bitter smile. "I don’t want a single thing. Tell Nathaniel I’m leaving just as I came—with nothing."
She stood to leave, only to freeze when Nathaniel’s cold voice cut through the air behind her.
"If you have something to say, say it to me directly."
Nathaniel rose from his seat, his expression unreadable. He had expected her to snatch up the assets without hesitation. Instead, she rejected them outright.
Was it not enough? Was her new lover offering more? Was his fortune insignificant compared to whatever she had now?
Evelyn hadn’t expected him to be here.
Her voice was steady. "I believe I’ve made myself clear."
He stepped closer, his tone sharp. "If you intended to leave with nothing, why sign the agreement at all? And now you’re playing the noble martyr? How exhausting."
Evelyn found his accusation ridiculous.
She met his gaze calmly. "Think whatever you want."
She turned to leave, but he caught her wrist.
"What’s wrong? Can’t defend yourself now that you’ve been caught?"
Evelyn finally snapped. "Mr. Whitmore, you keep accusing me of playing games. Where’s your proof?"
"Here."
Nathaniel pulled a small white bottle from his pocket.
Evelyn’s breath hitched.
It was the folic acid bottle.