Chapter 165: The Script He Wrote

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: The Script He Wrote

"Let go of me!"

Evelyn Grant didn’t have the strength to break free, but she glared viciously at Julian Sterling. "You... you disgusting man!"

"Me, disgusting? And Ryan Sterling isn’t? He went to my mother, suggesting he could help, pretending he wanted to set us up and do me a favor! But in reality? He was planning to swoop in and play the hero all along! You think that makes him a good person?"

"This is between me and Ryan Sterling... It has nothing to do with you!"

"How could it have nothing to do with me? He used me—his own brother—as a stepping stone to pursue you! In the end, I’m the bad guy, and you think he’s the good guy!"

Julian Sterling gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot with hatred. "He used that evidence he suddenly found, and it looked like he was saving you from prison. But can’t you see his scheme? If he really came back to the country just to save you, he could have presented the evidence that day at The Sterling Estate! He could have told you then and there that you wouldn’t be sentenced to death! Instead, he used it as an opportunity to sleep with you!"

Evelyn Grant suddenly froze.

Her gaze fixed on him, dazed.

’It seems... he’s right...’

’Ryan Sterling’s evidence had clearly been prepared well in advance. There’s no way he could have collected so much proof in such a short time.’

’And before all this, he hadn’t revealed a single thing to me.’

’Not until he came to the prison himself and asked me if I had any regrets.’

’Only then did Ryan Sterling produce the evidence, completely turning the tables for me!’

So—

’It was all a script he had written. The plot development, the sequence of events, the role everyone was supposed to play—he had arranged it all.’

"Eve, I’ve done wrong, and I deserve to die for it! But when it comes to sincerity, I am definitely more sincere than Ryan! At least I don’t hide things; I say what’s on my mind! When I said I didn’t love you before, I showed it openly—I didn’t lie to you. And now that I’m telling you I love you and that I can’t be without you, it’s the absolute truth!"

"What makes you think I have to choose between you and Ryan Sterling?"

"..."

Evelyn Grant looked him straight in the eye.

At this moment, she truly felt how pathetic she was.

So pathetic it was laughable.

True sincerity, it turned out, didn’t exist at all.

The laughable part was that she’d actually thought she’d finally found it.

She’d thought that after crossing out one wrong answer, she had embraced the right one.

"You want to be with someone else besides me? Evelyn Grant, I won’t allow it!"

"On what grounds are you saying that? As my ex-husband?" She gave a faint smile. "You don’t have the right. You have no right to question who I’m with."

"You—"

"Weren’t you just so concerned about me being with Ryan Sterling? You felt it was a disgrace to you." She paused, pressing her lips together. "Well, now you don’t have to worry. I won’t be with him anymore."

’A relationship without even a shred of sincerity—what’s the point of continuing it?’

’In fact, she felt there was no need to see either of them ever again.’

’Not Ryan Sterling. And especially not Julian Sterling.’

"Eve, don’t be like this."

He panicked.

His voice lost its earlier hardness. "Give me a chance. I swear, this is really the last time! If I let you down again, if I ever make you sad again, then you can just leave me without a second thought. I’ll never have the face to ask you for another chance again!"

"You shouldn’t have the face to ask me for a chance right now."

"..."

"Julian Sterling, how do you have the nerve to even ask?"