Chapter 737
Chapter 736:
But Eva was beyond reason. Consumed by the need to confront Arthur and stake her claim on him, she ignored Wanda’s desperate pleas. “Get out of my way!” She wrenched her arm from Wanda’s grasp and screamed toward the study door, “Arthur! Arthur, I need to speak with you p>
Inside the study, Arthur and Milton heard the commotion.
“It seems Wanda told Eva what she’s overheard. That explains the scene. Should I let Eva in?” Milton asked calmly.
A cold smile touched Arthur’s lips. His eyes were filled with quiet scorn. “Let her in,” he said.
Milton sent a message to his bodyguards.
Moments later, the bodyguards stepped aside. “You can walk in now p>
Eva blinked, caught off guard. But her shock quickly turned into triumph. She rushed toward the study door.
Wanda, however, didn’t dare follow. As curious as she was, she wouldn’t get close to Milton’s study again. She stood frozen on the stairs, waiting in silence. The entire villa seemed to hold its breath, shrouded in an oppressive silence.
The study was spacious and lavishly appointed. Eva swept in, dressed in a tailored suit, her face a mask of grievance. Neither Arthur nor Milton greeted her politely.
Milton remained seated by the desk, his gaze lowered, making no effort to hide his disdain.
Arthur slowly looked up, his eyes sharp and distant. “What do you want?” he asked flatly.
“Arthur, you’re a wise man. Surely, you know why I’m here,” Eva said, her voice thick with emotion.
Arthur looked away. “If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, scram p>
Scram. He had actually said it. To her. The cherished daughter of the Evans family. The woman who stood by…
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He had been with her for twenty years. And now, not even a shred of respect? Something broke inside her. The hurt, the humiliation, the anger—everything boiled over.
“Arthur, for over twenty years, I have placed you above everything else in this world. I honored you, loved you, respected you, and catered to your every desire. I surrendered the finest years of my life to you. Even the coldest stone should have warmed by now!” Eva’s voice shattered as she sobbed, each word torn from her breaking heart.
Her desperate plea carried genuine emotion, almost moving in its rawness, yet Arthur’s eyes blazed with pure contempt.
“Let me make this crystal clear, Eva,” he declared, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. “You never became my bride. No groom stood beside you at that ceremony you call a wedding. You and I never registered as husband and wife. We were never a couple p>
His words struck her like a physical blow, choking her with overwhelming humiliation. Years ago, when Arthur brought Milton back to the Campbell family, he’d never corrected those who addressed her as his wife. He allowed her to inhabit his home, manage his household… She had believed—with her entire being—that he had quietly embraced her as his own. Yet, as it turned out, in his heart, he had never acknowledged her existence at all.
This truth pierced deeper than any blade could, flooding her with unbearable torment.