She didn’t acknowledge him.
“Today,” she said clearly, “I learned that my husband and his mother have already made plans for my apartment. The apartment I paid for myself after years of work. According to them… it will soon become Anna’s property, while Lucas and I ‘rent’ from her.”
A wave of sh0ck coursed through the guests.
“Evelyn, cut it out!” Lucas hissed, his face flushed with shame. “This isn’t entertainment.”
Evelyn regarded him with a look he had never seen from her—calm, sharp, final.
“You’re right,” she replied softly, yet with devastating certainty. “It’s not entertainment anymore.
Because the performance is over, Lucas.”
Then, with elegant precision, she reached beneath the edge of her gown and pulled out a white envelope. She opened it as carefully as she would adjust her veil.
“Before the wedding,” she declared, “I signed a prenuptial agreement. I spoke to an attorney after your mother hinted that ‘everything would belong to everyone.’ And yes, Lucas—I didn’t tell you. Because I knew it was the only sensible thing to do.”
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