My Husband Fell for My Look-Alike

Chapter 2

The only time she cried was the day she was sent to the hospital, when Steven held her, his eyes red from tears.

"Evelyn, don't worry. I'll work hard. I promise I'll give you a good life and prove to your parents how deeply I love you!"

She believed him. And Steven did succeed.

When the company was just starting, he drank until he vomited blood to entertain clients. Though Evelyn couldn't hold her liquor, she forced herself to take every drink meant for him, then threw up violently in the restroom.

At a bar, a business partner tried to pressure Steven, demanding that Evelyn sing with them before signing the contract. When Steven refused, she picked up the microphone and sang the entire song herself.

As a pampered young lady, she had never endured such humiliation. She sobbed under the covers afterward. Yet when Steven came to see her, she smiled and told him, "Steven, don't worry. I'm fine. As long as the contract is signed, that's all that matters!"

The first time he slept with her, her face flushed like an apple. He kissed her lips tenderly, murmuring with emotion, "Evelyn, you're so innocent... I couldn't bear to touch you."

In five years, Evelyn went from a girl who blushed at every word to a formidable woman who stood her ground in negotiations and held her own at business dinners.

Employees gossiped that she wasn't worthy of Steven, branding her ruthless and heartless. She paid them no mind. Because she had once vowed that as long as Steven needed her, she would stand by his side without reservation.

But it turned out he had long stopped wanting this version of her. His heart already belonged to another.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

Evelyn quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and put her phone back in its place.

Steven emerged in a towel, his voice softening when he saw water dripping from her hair.

"Evelyn, you'll get sick with wet hair. Let me dry it for you, alright?"

Her eyes burned. She turned her back and nodded silently.

As the hairdryer roared to life, a storm exploded outside, thunder shaking the sky.

Steven halted, threw on clothes, and snatched his phone, poised to bolt.

Evelyn reached out to stop him. "Where are you going?"

"Sorry, Evelyn, I just remembered something urgent at the company. I have to go now, but let's have dinner tomorrow to make up for it."

The door slammed shut with a bang. Watching his car speed away from below her window, Evelyn let out a cold laugh.

She knew exactly where Steven was headed—to see that girl.

After all, the girl's profile status read: I'm terrified of thunder. How wonderful it would be if you could stay by my side every time it storms.

Tears welled up in her eyes as Evelyn sneered. "Steven, have you forgotten? I used to be afraid of thunder, too."

Rain lashed against the windows. She stood frozen, staring emptily, until her phone suddenly rang.

It was Jason Lynch, Steven's secretary.

"Mrs. Lawson, could you come to the company now? Mr. Lawson said he left a contract at home that needs signing today. He mentioned you'd know where it is."

Her heart surged with hope. 'So he really is at the office, not with that girl?'

Just as she was about to reply, she heard Steven's deliberately hushed voice in the background. "Have her bring it over now. Iris is scared of the thunder. I can't leave her."

His words pierced her heart like countless needles, each stab bringing unbearable pain.

'That woman is at the company too! Well, now I can confront her directly.'