Chapter 2

Evelyn paled when she felt a sharp pain in her heart. The air conditioning in the house kept the atmosphere within the room constant all year round, but at that moment, she felt like she was in an ice cave. Seeing that she was quiet, Lucas looked away after a few seconds. "Tiffany's mom is suffering from the last stage of cancer. Her only wish is to see her daughter have someone to rely on. "You better not make a fuss and just do your part as my wife. I won't do anything to you if you execute the role well." He spoke of his infidelity as if he was doing some sort of righteous act. What did he mean by saying he would not do anything to Evelyn? Evelyn was momentarily dazed before she smiled. Ignoring the sharp pain in her heart, she replied, "You shouldn't be here if she needs someone to accompany her." With that, she turned and closed the door without hesitation. A few minutes later, she could hear the car starting downstairs before Lucas drove away. It was with little doubt that he was on his way to Tiffany's house. Exhausted, she forced herself to the bathroom to wash her face. As the cold water splashed on her face, she came to her senses. She then opened her laptop and contacted a lawyer she had met three years ago, asking them to draft up a divorce agreement. The lawyer asked, "Ms. Reed, do you have any extra requests on things like the house or the car? How would you like to separate your assets?" Evelyn gave it some thought before responding calmly, "I don't want anything." She didn't even want Lucas anymore, so why would she want his things? Not to mention, she had read online that the divorce process would be much faster if she agreed to divorce him without wanting anything. That way, she would not need to force her increasingly fragile body to negotiate with him repeatedly. The lawyer quickly sent her a completed draft of the divorce agreement. Evelyn printed the papers and signed her name without any hesitation. Her hand had even turned white from how hard she held her pen. Then, she forced her tired body to pack her things. When she arrived at the door, she looked back at the house she had spent three years in. Then, she left without turning back. The next day, Evelyn took a day off from her work and sent someone to deliver the divorce papers to Bluezen. She knew Lucas would never look through the things people had sent him, so she wrote down Michael's name as the recipient. She had been working in the Grant Group ever since she married Lucas. Lucas was unwilling to publicize their relationship as husband and wife, and he had also forbidden her from being close to him in the office. So, he had arranged for her to work at the company's public relations department, where she managed the company's public image. Throughout these three years, she managed to get promoted as a manager through her own capabilities. She had never taken a day off throughout those three years either. She had performed well in work, not because she enjoyed it, but simply because she always strove for perfection in everything she did. It had nothing to do with her passion or profession. Since she had planned on divorcing Lucas, she no longer needed to stay in Bluezen anymore. Once she had sent the delivery man on his way, she looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00 am. She clenched her fingers tightly as there was something more important that she had to do. … Outside Northwood Prison in Clementon, Evelyn gripped the steering wheel tightly to the point where her hands were slightly sweaty. She could not help but feel anxious as Blake Harrison was being released today, and it had been three years since she last saw him. She had booked a private room in a restaurant a month in advance to welcome him back. Her father had adopted Blake when he was still a child, and they had grown up together. The Harrisons were cruel and vicious, and Blake was the only one in the family who treated her well. He had protected her with his life for more than ten years, and he had never said anything harsh toward her either. He had once told her that anyone could betray her except him. She looked at herself through the mirror. Her face was sickly pale, so she had purposely put on a layer of blush to make herself look alright. To avoid worrying him, she had even taken some painkillers before wearing a pair of sunglasses and a hat. The gates of the prison slowly opened. Evelyn opened the car door before getting out of the car. She had moved subconsciously as if her limbs did not belong to her. Blake came walking out in a black shirt and an old backpack. His hair was cut short and neat, and his gaze swept over his surroundings with calm detachment. Evelyn felt her heart skip a beat as his gaze landed on her. Her throat felt dry and she could feel her eyes welling up. She instinctively walked toward him and called out, "Blake…"