Chapter 162
Evelyn’s POV
Sunday afternoons should be peaceful. I’d planned to spend it with my children, watching Rowan and Rhys build their LEGO castle while Alexis napped. But my phone had other ideas.
When Grant’s name flashed on my screen, I knew my relaxing Sunday was over. I stepped onto the patio to take the call.
“Alpha Calvin wants to meet,” Grant said. He was my lawyer for the custody case, so his calls were never just to say hello.
I tensed. “When p>
“Tonight. Seven p>
The timing was weird. Why after hours? “Where p>
“Conference room. Wolfe Haven International p>
I hesitated. After everything—the kidnapping, the poison, my research—the custody battle had been pushed aside. Now Calvin wanted to bring it up again?
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll be there p>
I ended the call and stared at the garden. Something felt off. Calvin had been acting strange lately—too close, too attentive. I didn’t want to waste any more energy on him.
As I slipped on my heels, Gary appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
“Where are you going?” he asked, eyeing my dress. Simple blue. Business, but nice. “Dinner’s almost ready p>
“Meeting Calvin about the custody thing,” I said, checking my purse. “Grant will be there with me p>
Gary’s face went tight. “I’m coming with you p>
I shook my head. “No need. My lawyer is going. You stay with the kids. I won’t be long p>
“You sure?” He frowned. “After what happened with Randy p>
“Corporate building. Security cameras everywhere,” I said. “I’ll be fine p>
Gary nodded, but he didn’t look happy. “I’ll save you some food p>
“Thanks.” I gave him a quick smile and left.
The drive to Wolfe Haven International took fifteen minutes. The glass tower stood tall against the sky. I pulled into the underground garage. Grant was already waiting by his BMW.
Zeon was there too. He smiled professionally.
“Ms. Blackwell, Alpha Calvin is waiting upstairs. This way p>
We followed him into the elevator.
I looked at the metal doors, memories flashing back. I used to come here a lot during our five-year marriage. Always after hours. Bringing home-cooked meals his nutritionist made.
He never ate them. He just kept working.
After a while, I stopped coming. I realized he wasn’t going to starve just because I didn’t show up.
I frowned when Zeon pressed the button for the 29th floor.
“Calvin’s office is on 28,” I said. Isn’t the 29th floor the rooftop?
Zeon didn’t blink. “The elevator doors on 27 and 28 are broken. Maintenance is fixing them. We have to walk down from 29 p>
He sounded convincing, but a warning bell went off in my head.
When the elevator doors opened, the smell of roses hit me. Strong. Sweet. Too much.
Something was definitely wrong.
Zeon gestured. “The stairs are this way, Ms. Blackwell p>
I walked out of the elevator. The rooftop was covered in flowers. Red, white, pink. A sea of petals.
Calvin stood in the center. He looked uncomfortable in his suit, holding a bunch of purple roses. My favorite.
What was he doing?
I spun around to ask Grant a question, but the elevator doors were already closing. Grant and Zeon were gone.
Click.
The glass door behind me locked.
Zeon had trapped me here.
I turned back to Calvin. He took a step forward, looking nervous. Before he could speak, I cut him off.
“No. Absolutely not. I don’t like you. I won’t remarry you. And I’m not giving you custody p>
I said it fast. No hesitation. No mercy.
Calvin stopped. His jaw tightened. His fingers crushed the roses.
“These… are from the Pack House gardens,” he said, his voice low.
I let out a cold laugh. I pulled out my phone. I showed him Clara’s social media post. Her cutting roses from my garden, the same purple ones he was holding.
Calvin’s eyebrows knitted together. “I didn’t know about this p>
“What do you know, Calvin?” I stepped closer. “You say you don’t love Clara. That this is all about gratitude for saving Rhys p>
“Leon saved him too,” I said. “Where’s his invitation to live with you? Why aren’t you taking him to family dinners? Giving him a leg up in the business world p>
That shut him up. Whatever speech he prepared was gone. His face went dark.
I took a deep breath. I gave him a cold, sharp smile.
“Calvin,” I said. “This sudden devotion? It’s pathetic. It’s too little, too late p>
The sun was setting behind him, turning the sky orange. It was a beautiful backdrop for such a stupid moment.
“Even if you got on your knees right now and told me you loved me, I wouldn’t care p>
“This isn’t a romance novel,” I said. “We ended three years ago. We are co-parents. That’s it. I need you to understand that p>
“When you can talk about custody rationally, call me p>
I didn’t need his love. I didn’t need these flowers.
I was done.
I walked to the wall, grabbed the fire extinguisher, and smashed the glass door.
CRASH.
The sound of breaking glass was loud in the quiet evening. I stepped through the hole and walked away, leaving him alone on the roof.
Third Person POV
Simone watched from the shadows.
She wore a tight red dress. Her eyes were cold. In the dark, she let a cruel smile play on her lips.
She saw Calvin standing there. Frozen.
She wiped the smile off her face and walked over.
“Alpha Calvin,” she said softly. “Maybe Evelyn is just having a bad day p>
Her perfume was heavy.
Calvin frowned and stepped away.
“Simone, clean this mess up p>
Simone was his other assistant. Zeon handled the public; she handled the office.
The roses? That was her idea.
Calvin walked away. The rooftop was quiet.
Simone looked at her reflection in the glass door. She smirked.
A grand gesture like this? When his ex-wife still hated him?
It just pushed her further away.
Perfect.
She thought of Clara and scoffed. That idiot.
When Calvin investigated Clara before, it was Simone who faked the reports. She covered Clara’s tracks. She gave her every chance.
And Clara still blew it.
Fine.
If you want something done right, do it yourself.