Chapter 65

Evelyn called repeatedly, but Nathaniel refused to pick up.

She sent him a text instead. "What exactly don’t you like about the design?"

Minutes passed. Then an hour. Still, no reply.

Evelyn clenched her jaw. He was doing this on purpose.

But if Nathaniel didn’t withdraw the complaint, her studio’s reputation would suffer.

She had to make him change his mind.

When she returned to the office, Cassandra smirked. "Some people think they’re talented, but reality proves otherwise."

Evelyn ignored her.

Cassandra continued, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sketching a design is one thing. Executing it properly is another. If this complaint isn’t resolved, our credibility will be ruined by year-end."

Evelyn turned to Jonathan instead. "I’ll fix this," she said firmly.

Jonathan studied her. "I believe you, Evelyn. But is there a communication issue with the client? This draft… it doesn’t look like your usual work."

She hesitated. "Maybe I misunderstood his preferences."

There was no way she’d admit she’d sabotaged the design on purpose.

She’d been reckless. She’d forgotten Nathaniel could always escalate things.

That night, she waited for his response. Nothing.

Frustrated, she returned to the studio and redrew the entire draft from scratch.

Then she texted him again. "I’ll show you the revised design this afternoon. What time do you finish work?"

Nathaniel was in a meeting when his phone lit up.

He glanced at the screen. Evelyn’s name flashed.

He’d ignored her all day. He could keep doing so.

Her studio must be desperate to salvage its reputation. Sooner or later, she’d come crawling to him.

He read the message—and chose not to reply.

She knew what she needed to do.

Evelyn waited another hour. Still nothing from that infuriating man.

Fine. If he wouldn’t respond, she’d go to him.

She hailed a cab to their old marital home. She’d redo everything. She might not know every client’s taste, but she knew his.

The house looked different.

She pressed the doorbell. No answer.

She punched in the code—and the door swung open.

He hadn’t even changed it.

Stepping inside, she froze.

The place was empty.

Not a single piece of furniture remained. No curtains. No decorations. Just bare walls and floors.

She could almost feel Nathaniel’s rage when he’d seen her sabotage.

She’d gotten her revenge. Now she had to clean up the mess.

A pang of regret hit her. She shouldn’t have acted so impulsively.

"Evelyn?"

She spun around.

Victoria stood in the kitchen doorway, wearing an apron.

Evelyn’s stomach twisted.

That apron…

It was hers.

She hadn’t expected to see Victoria here. But she shouldn’t have been surprised.

Victoria and Nathaniel were living together now. Renovating. Preparing for their future.

She was the intruder.

Evelyn forced a polite smile. "I’m here for work."

Victoria’s eyes narrowed. "Work?" Then she noticed the file in Evelyn’s hands. "You’re the new designer?"

She sounded shocked.

Victoria had ordered the butler to strip the house bare, erasing every trace of Evelyn.

But Nathaniel had been furious. He’d even fired the butler.

Since then, Victoria had hired countless top designers—yet Nathaniel rejected every proposal.

And now… he’d hired Evelyn?

Victoria’s grip tightened on her apron.

This wasn’t over.