He let out a mocking laugh, glancing toward the door. “What’s the rush to send me home? Afraid I’m ruining your precious time together?” 

Evangeline caught the pointed reference to Glenn–she heard the sarcasm in his voice, too. 

She couldn’t be bothered to argue, so she replied in the same dry tone, “Not at all. I just thought you staying here might get in the way of your quality time with Poppy.” Soren snorted. “Funny. Never pegged you for someone so considerate.” 

She smiled, unfazed. “Well, I was wrong before–always in your way. I’m happy to step aside for the two of you now.” 

Soren scoffed. 

Nice words. Too bad he didn’t buy it. 

She was just shifting her affections to Glenn, that much was obvious. 

He wasn’t blind; he could see it clear as day. 

The thought made irritation prickle under his skin. 

With a cold laugh, he shot back, “Don’t get your hopes up. Glenn isn’t the kind of man who’d ever be interested in you.” 

Evangeline blinked. “Excuse me?” 

She had no idea how the conversation had landed on Glenn. 

Wasn’t he the one who agreed to the divorce in the first place? 

Now, what was this attitude about? 

“Whether he’s interested or not is between me and him. You don’t need to concern yourself,” she said, her voice icy. 

That only seemed to rile Soren further. 

Was she really hoping Glenn would notice her? 

“Evangeline, have you forgotten? We’re still married,” Soren reminded her, his tone sharp. “Before you start running around behind my back, maybe remember you’re still Mrs. Fawkes.” 

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Chapter 14/ 

Mrs. Fawkes. 

On their wedding night, he’d disappeared to chase after another woman. 

Five years of marriage, and he’d spent more time with Poppy than with his wife. 

Had he ever spared a thought for his role as a husband? 

Evangeline couldn’t be bothered to dredge up old grievances. She gave a mirthless laugh. “What’s there to think about? We’ll be divorced soon anyway.” 

Divorced? 

Soren hesitated, thrown for a moment. 

He remembered plenty of people had brought up divorce to him recently. 

So Evangeline must have heard the rumors, and now she was worried he’d actually go through with it. 

That thought made him relax a little. He crossed his legs, a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes. “Evangeline, the decision to divorce is mine to make. I’m your husband. And I have no intention of ending this marriage. Not now, not ever.” 

“So, I’d advise you to ignore the gossip. Whatever little game 

work on me.” 

you’re playing won’t 

Evangeline just stared at him, momentarily stunned, her mind blank. 

The way Soren spoke–it wasn’t a joke. 

It was only then that she finally realized: Soren didn’t seem to know that the divorce was already in motion, that their paperwork was nearly finalized. 

Her throat felt tight, words catching before she could speak. 

After a pause, she asked quietly, “Soren, do you remember signing a document not long ago?” 

“What document?” Soren looked at her, genuinely confused. 

She pressed on, “About two weeks ago. I brought it to your study.” 

Soren thought for a moment. 

He had to handle so many documents every day, it was hard to remember specifics. But this one had involved the Whitmore family–a major partnership–and 

Evangeline had brought it herself. It rang a bell. 

“Why are you asking?” he said, dismissive. 

Super 

Evangeline didn’t answer. Instead, she asked, “Do you remember what kind of document it was?” 

Soren barely spared it a thought. “A contract for the Whitmore partnership. What else would it be?” 

Chapter 148 

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