Chapter 5

Evelyn POV

I clenched my fists, staring hard at the bracelet on her wrist.

It was tainted now.

Hannah tugged at Logan's sleeve coquettishly. "Logan, don't you have a meeting at the company? With Evelyn here to take care of me, I'm sure nothing will go wrong."

By then I'd managed to stand up from the floor, returning to my usual calm.

"I'll take good care of her."

Only then did Logan feel comfortable leaving, though before going, he couldn't help glancing at my burned hand.

After leaving the room, he dialed his assistant. "Go to the auction and buy that new limited edition diamond bracelet."

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, only Hannah and I remained.

"Evelyn, I heard that before you married Logan, you lived in a shabby apartment. After the wedding, you spent money to buy that apartment?"

My hand paused while pouring water, a bad premonition creeping over me.

"This child of mine nearly miscarried because of you. I have to make you pay some kind of price." Hannah casually took out her phone and made a video call.

"When I went abroad, we'd agreed I'd come back in three years and we'd get married. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become this kind of shameful secret mistress. So you ruined me."

The video call connected. She turned the phone screen toward me.

The moment I saw the image, I froze completely, my breathing becoming rapid and impossible to control.

That familiar apartment-the little home Wyatt and I once shared-was now engulfed in roaring flames. Many onlookers had gathered, but no one could stop the fire from spreading.

All my memories of Wyatt were there-how we met, how we got to know each other, how we fell in love-everything!

Now being mercilessly consumed by fire!

Large tears rolled continuously down my cheeks. I trembled with pain all over. But Hannah only laughed.

"Consider this my gift to you. Do you like it?"

I ignored her mockery, turned and ran out frantically, calling the fire department at the same time.

Faster, go faster!

At least save something...

By the time I arrived, the apartment had become a pile of ruins. Though there were no casualties, everything before my eyes was bleak and dark.

I stood there dazed as rain washed away all the memories, drenching me cold and merciless.

I ignored the firefighters' attempts to stop me and rushed into the ruins like a madwoman, frantically searching, murmuring that name over and over.

Hoping heaven could be merciful, even if just one thing remained.

I don't know how long I searched. Eventually, I collapsed unconscious in the ruins from exhaustion.

Everything was gone.

"Evelyn, what happened to you? Logan, I feel so bad for her." False crying sounds filled my ears, irritatingly noisy.

I frowned and opened my eyes to see Logan holding the tearful Hannah in his arms, comforting her.

"This has nothing to do with you. She went crazy on her own. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Those painful images appeared in my mind again. I suddenly sat up, grabbed Hannah by the collar, and slapped her hard across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap made the hospital room instantly silent.

"You deserve to die, Hannah. You deserve to die!" I tried to hit her again like a madwoman, but Logan pushed me away.

I fell onto the hospital bed but lunged forward again.

"You lunatic! Someone come!" Logan protected Hannah tightly while calling security guards to pin me down on the bed.

"Logan, I... Evelyn really doesn't like me. I've already booked a plane ticket. I'll leave tomorrow. At least that way our child can be safe..."

Hannah covered her red, swollen cheek, crying pitifully.

"Evelyn, apologize now!" Logan shouted sternly.