Chapter 392

Evelyn's breath hitched when Nathan's words struck her like a physical blow. Though she knew they were true, the pain still sliced through her chest with brutal precision. She forced a tight-lipped smile, her voice steady despite the storm inside. "Congratulations, Mr. Black."

Pride flickered through her. To say those words without breaking—that took strength.

Nathan's jaw clenched. Seeing her composure only fueled his anger. He reminded himself this was what he wanted. Freedom. A clean break.

Without another word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him.

Evelyn exhaled, her shoulders dropping as the tension drained away. For the first time in years, she felt light. Unshackled.

She stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the last remnants of their marriage. Afterward, she grabbed her phone and typed a message to her closest friends—Alexander and Natalie.

"Final step tomorrow. Court at 9 AM. Freedom tastes sweeter than I imagined."

Alexander replied instantly. "You're serious?"

Natalie's response followed. "Already? Tomorrow morning?"

Her phone rang seconds later. Alexander's voice was sharp with concern. "Eve, are you sure about this?"

"Completely." Her fingers tightened around the phone. "It's time."

A beat of silence. Then, resigned: "Then we’ll be there. Natalie and I."

"Thank you." She ended the call and slid under the covers, bracing for a sleepless night. Instead, she drifted off instantly, waking only to her alarm.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, she skipped breakfast and drove straight to the courthouse.

Nathan hadn’t slept.

He’d spent the night pacing his study, whiskey untouched on the desk. At dawn, Walter called.

"Sir, Mrs. Black left ten minutes ago. Her route suggests she’s heading to the courthouse."

Nathan’s grip on the phone turned lethal. "Perfect." His laugh was bitter. "Let her have her freedom."

He’d expected regret. Hesitation. But Evelyn had marched toward divorce without looking back.

Fine.

When she came crawling back—and she would—he’d be long gone.

He strode out, slamming the door behind him.