Chapter 139

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

In front of the entire courtroom, he crushed his lips against hers.

"Plaintiff! Cease immediately!" the judge roared.

Evelyn fought wildly, but his grip was unbreakable.

Only when the judge nearly stood did Alexander release her.

"Your Honor, we request an in-court settlement." He pulled Evelyn close. "She’s my fiancée."

The judge’s mustache quivered with outrage.

Evelyn wrenched free. "We have no relationship! The video proves he was with Isabella. Does he dare deny it?"

Tears shimmered in her reddened eyes.

Alexander watched her, heart turning to ice.

She was within reach, yet impossibly distant.

"I can’t," he admitted hoarsely.

This was the one piece of evidence he couldn’t refute.

His legal team had prepared for everything—except this.

He had lost.

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Half an hour later, the verdict was announced.

Alexander Kingsley had lost the case!

The news exploded across the internet.

"Alexander Kingsley actually lost?"

"After all his denials… Typical man!"

Reporters buzzed with speculation.

"What kind of irrefutable proof did Evelyn have?"

"Rumor is she didn’t even hire a lawyer—fought Kingsley Group’s legal dream team alone!"

......

Evelyn’s fans celebrated.

[Did Lord Alex lose for love?]

[This is true devotion! I believe in romance again!]

Isabella’s supporters fired back.

[The verdict is out. Stop deluding yourselves!]

[Isabella is the real fiancée!]

The fan wars raged across trending topics.

......

At the barbecue restaurant, Martha Nash poured Evelyn a glass of juice.

"Evelyn, how did you win?" Iris Cooper leaned in eagerly.

"I had evidence he couldn’t dispute." Evelyn shrugged.

"What evidence? Even we didn’t have it." Iris pressed.

Evelyn smiled without answering.

The proof had arrived anonymously in her inbox.

She knew exactly who sent it—Isabella.

Alexander’s defeat benefited only two people: herself and Isabella.

After dinner, Evelyn returned to her apartment complex to find Julian Ashford waiting.

"Congratulations." He produced a bouquet of crimson roses from behind his back.

"I said I’d pursue you." His smile was warm. "Take them. I’ve been standing here three hours."

Evelyn accepted the flowers, then pretended to toss them toward a trash bin.

"Wait!" Julian lunged to stop her. "At least wait until I’m gone."

They shared a laugh.

As Julian began to lean in, several security guards suddenly grabbed him.

Alexander yanked Evelyn away.

"Come with me." His voice was glacial.

Evelyn struggled violently. "Let me go!"

Alexander shoved her into a car, pinning her down.

"I’ve given you too many chances." His eyes were dark. "Evelyn, this is the last one."

"Are you insane? Release me!" Horror dawned as she realized he meant to imprison her.

They wrestled fiercely in the car.

Then, abruptly, Evelyn’s body went limp.

She had fainted.