Chapter 83

The way Evelyn and Nathaniel interacted made it clear they had a connection. It wasn’t the kind of sweet, lovey-dovey relationship people might expect, but there was something undeniable between them.

Did Nathaniel actually save her? Edward thought, his face twisting in disbelief. His mind raced. Did she actually climb her way up from being just his mistress?

Evelyn lifted her chin, her eyes flashing with defiance as she turned to the man beside her. "Nathaniel, did you hear him call me your mistress? What are you going to do about that?"

Her tone was playful, almost childlike, but there was an edge to it that made Nathaniel smirk. He studied her for a moment before shifting his gaze to Edward, his expression turning cold.

"Who did you just call a mistress?" Nathaniel's voice was dangerously soft. "Say it again."

Edward swallowed hard, his confidence crumbling. "Uh… her. Isn’t she?"

Lucas stepped forward, his tone firm. "For the record, Miss Evelyn is Mr. Grayson’s legally wedded wife. The only Mrs. Grayson."

What?! Edward felt the blood drain from his face.

That meant—everything he’d seen—Evelyn and Nathaniel in the car, their shared meals—none of it was some illicit affair. They were married. And he had just insulted the wife of one of the most powerful men in the city.

I was wrong. Dead wrong. Panic clawed at his throat.

He was finished. Not only had he offended the real Mrs. Grayson, but he’d also tried to fire her from Alpha Enterprises. Who would’ve thought this so-called country girl was actually Nathaniel Grayson’s wife?

Edward had expected a short jail sentence for his crimes. But now? After crossing Nathaniel and Evelyn? He’d be lucky to ever see daylight again.

If the officers hadn’t been holding him up, he would’ve dropped to his knees. "Mr. Grayson, Mrs. Grayson—I’m sorry! I didn’t know! Please, forgive me! Let me go!"

Desperate, he pointed at Abigail. "It’s her! She pretended to be Mrs. Grayson! She’s the one who manipulated me into setting Evelyn up!"

Abigail’s face paled. "Shut your mouth, Edward! Don’t you dare drag me into this!"

Edward scoffed. "Oh, so now you don’t know me? Then how do you know my full name? And I still have the call logs and location you sent me!"

The officer who had questioned Evelyn earlier turned to Abigail, his expression hardening. "No wonder you were so insistent that Evelyn was the escort. You were part of this setup from the beginning."

Abigail shook her head violently. "No! That’s a lie! I didn’t do anything!"

"We’ll see about that." The officer reached for her, but Abigail shoved him away.

"Don’t touch me! Who do you think you are? Nathaniel! Grandma! Help me!"

Nathaniel’s jaw tightened, but before he could speak—

"Don’t you dare defend her, Nathaniel!" Margaret’s voice cut through the chaos.

She glared at Abigail, her disappointment palpable. "Let the police investigate. I want to know exactly what kind of person my granddaughter has become."