Chapter 89
The photo only captured Victoria's face, leaving the mysterious man's identity concealed. But Evelyn recognized the suit Nathaniel had worn yesterday—the exact shade of his tie, the precise cut of his jacket.
There was no doubt.
The man sitting across from Victoria was Nathaniel.
So, Nathaniel had secretly met his first love last night.
Evelyn replayed the scene from the café in her mind, a bitter smirk tugging at her lips. Without hesitation, she closed the tab.
Cassandra approached, phone in hand, eager to share. "Evelyn, doesn’t this guy look familiar?"
Evelyn’s expression remained blank. "I don’t know him."
"Seriously? He looks just like that billionaire you helped last time!"
"If you're so curious, go ask him yourself," Evelyn replied flatly.
She had no patience for Cassandra, who cared more about gossip than her actual job.
Cassandra retreated, smug. She was certain it was the same man. Too bad he was already taken. If only she were a socialite—she’d have made her move by now.
Evelyn stared at her screen, her mind too scattered to sketch.
Finally, she grabbed her phone and typed a message to Nathaniel.
"Meet me at the courthouse tomorrow. 9 AM sharp. Don’t be late."
She slammed her phone down. There was no reason to delay the divorce now—not when Nathaniel and Victoria were clearly rekindling their past.
At Whitmore Enterprises, Nathaniel’s jaw clenched as he glared at his assistant.
"Who leaked this?"
"Already handled, Mr. Whitmore," Robert assured.
Nathaniel knew Evelyn had seen the post. His phone buzzed—her message. His frown deepened.
Why was she so eager to end things?
He wouldn’t let her.
"I’m busy tomorrow morning."
Just then, Victoria called, feigning distress. "Nathaniel, I’m so sorry about the photo! I had no idea paparazzi were following us. At least they didn’t get a clear shot of you. I’ll issue a statement clarifying everything."
"Don’t bother. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again."
"Of course not."
Victoria hung up, triumphant. She’d orchestrated the whole thing.
She knew Nathaniel despised invasions of privacy, so she played the concerned victim.
Penelope smirked. "Why clarify? You’re marrying him anyway."
Victoria shook her head. She knew Nathaniel better than that. This was enough to push Evelyn away.
She checked the time. Evelyn should’ve gotten the message by now.
Penelope leaned in. "When’s Eleanor’s surgery? My mother said you two should marry right after."
Victoria smiled. "Did she now?"
"Of course! You should’ve told me sooner. My brothers will definitely attend the wedding."
"Naturally. They adore me."
Her voice dripped with confidence, but unease flickered in her eyes. Julian hadn’t responded to her calls in weeks—always claiming he was abroad.
She needed him to perform Eleanor’s surgery. It was her ticket into the Whitmore family.
Lately, Nathaniel’s behavior had shifted. The way he looked at Evelyn… it unsettled her.
Evelyn had to go. Before it was too late.