Chapter 183

"Alexander Kingsley, stop." Evelyn Sinclair's voice was icy.

Alexander's hand froze mid-air, his face turning deathly pale.

He abruptly released Julian Ashford, staggering back two steps. "Evelyn..."

"Don't move!" Evelyn snapped.

Alexander immediately rooted to the spot, his voice trembling. "Alright, I won't come closer... Just stay where you are, don't move..."

Julian slowly picked himself up from the floor.

"Evelyn, this isn't funny," he said, panic lacing his words. "Get down from there."

"Leave," Evelyn didn't even glance at him. "I need to speak with Alexander alone."

Julian hesitated only a second before turning to exit the room.

But he didn't go far—just outside the door.

"I want a divorce." Those were the first words he heard.

"Never!" Alexander took an aggressive step forward, pointing at the windowsill. "If you jump, I'll jump right after you."

Evelyn knew him too well.

This wasn't a threat—it was a promise.

She bit her lower lip. "What's going on between you and Isabella Winslow?"

Alexander's heart twisted as if stabbed.

He knew Evelyn's nature—she tolerated no betrayal.

Even if he was innocent, there was no way to prove it now.

All of Kingsbury knew Isabella was carrying his child.

"It was Grandmother's scheme," he forced out the explanation. "I had no idea—"

"Grandmother?" Evelyn laughed coldly. "Alexander, that's the lamest excuse."

"I swear!" Never had he imagined he'd resort to desperate oaths. "If I'm lying, may lightning strike me dead!"

Evelyn turned to look out the window.

Alexander tensed, ready to lunge forward at any second.

"You stood by and did nothing when it involved our engagement," she said, turning back. "Is this how you run Kingsley Group too?"

Alexander had no retort.

He had deliberately remained passive.

Their marriage contract stipulated secrecy.

But if Madeline Kingsley forced an "engagement," the agreement would automatically void.

He never expected his grandmother to go this far.

"Evelyn, we're already married," he softened his tone. "I'll issue a statement to clarify everything."

"How?" Evelyn's smile was mocking. "By announcing we're married? Exposing my identity? Alexander, don't play your games with our marriage."

Alexander fell silent.

So she knew everything.

She'd always seen through him.

"The divorce can wait," Evelyn said. "But I'm moving back in and returning to work. I won't be your caged bird!"

"You don't get to explain. You always decide everything unilaterally. Now that Grandmother set you up, you're the victim? What about all the times I suffered before she interfered?"

"We've been married less than a month, and you're already breaking our secrecy agreement. What next? Tearing up all our contracts? Will I even be allowed to leave after a year? You promised to treat my child well—can you?"

"Of course!" Alexander finally found his voice. "I keep my word."

"But I don't trust you." Evelyn laughed, sunlight dancing in her hair. "What now?"

She'd stopped trusting him long ago.

Alexander thought marriage was a fresh start.

Only now did he realize old wounds never healed.

After an endless silence, he spoke: "You can return to Horizon Media and live here, but I'm assigning security."

"Now, will you come down?" He extended his hand.

Evelyn studied him for a long moment before slowly reaching out.

Alexander surged forward, sweeping her off the windowsill into his arms.

He held her tightly, his legs so weak he could barely stand.

"Let me hold you..." His voice shook.

Evelyn didn't push him away.

Because she realized—Alexander was trembling.

Suddenly he released her, cupping her face and kissing her fiercely.

Evelyn gasped for breath as the kiss deepened.

Alexander's grip grew increasingly desperate until she nearly melted against him.

"Remember," he growled against her ear, "you're my wife. The baby in your belly..."

He gritted his teeth. "Is also mine!"

Julian wouldn't get near her ever again.

......

That same day, Alexander ordered Ethan Miller to purchase the property next to Evelyn's.

He summoned Nathan Carter to launch an investigation.

Ethan soon reported: "Lord Alex, the property... can't be bought."

Alexander's face darkened. "Offer ten times the price."

"Not even a hundred times would work," Ethan said helplessly. "Because..."