My Husband Fell for My Look-Alike

Chapter 3

After hanging up the phone, Evelyn went to the study to look for a contract, never expecting to find a divorce papers.

With trembling fingers, she leafed through the document, unable to believe her eyes.

It was indeed a divorce papers, and Steven had already signed it.

The terms stated that after their divorce, she would receive half of the company's assets, along with all properties under his name, including this very villa...

A wave of dizziness hit her, and Evelyn swayed unsteadily.

So Steven had long considered divorcing her, yet she had remained completely in the dark.

Staring at his signature, she shakily picked up a pen from the desk and signed her own name on the agreement.

Evelyn wasn't the type to cling desperately to a relationship. If he wanted a divorce, she would grant it.

Gathering the company contract and the divorce papers, she headed downstairs.

Standing at the doorway, she gazed at the pouring rain, her lips twisting into a bitter smile.

Her car had been sent for repairs last week—Steven knew this. However, for that woman, he'd sent her out into the heavy rain to deliver the files.

In the past, when she'd fallen ill with a fever after getting caught in the rain, Steven had vowed never to let her be drenched again.

Now, those vows had turned into nothing more than a mockery.

After taking a taxi to the law firm to submit the agreement and confirming the divorce would be finalized within a month, she finally made her way to the company.

By the time she stepped out of the car, her skirt was soaked through, the frigid fabric clinging to her, the cold seeping into her bones.

As soon as she entered the office, she spotted Jason.

"Mrs. Lawson, you can just hand it to me."

His face betrayed a flicker of guilt. Evelyn knew at once he was concealing something.

"That woman is upstairs, isn't she?"

"Mrs. Lawson, don't take it to heart. Mr. Lawson is a man after all, he—"

She cut him off, her voice low and firm. "Which floor?"

"The 28th."

Before Jason could finish his attempt at persuasion, Evelyn had already stepped into the elevator.

Those few minutes stretched into an eternity.

The 28th floor was Steven's private domain, the lounge he'd created just for her.

Now, he'd ushered another woman into her sanctuary.

Evelyn's hand trembled as she gripped the document folder.

As the elevator doors opened, she heard a girl's voice from the lounge, sweet and pleading. "Steven, making Mrs. Lawson deliver documents in this weather—won't she get soaked?"

Steven's voice dripped with tenderness. "Don't worry about her. A little rain won't kill her. You're the one who matters. You've always been delicate. Just lie down and rest, don't worry about anyone else."

Standing at the door, Evelyn suddenly remembered three years ago when she'd fainted after taking drinks for him. He'd carried her to the hospital in a panic, on the verge of tears.

"Doctor, Evelyn is very weak—you must take proper care of her!"

Back then, if she suffered even the slightest harm, Steven would have beaten himself up over it. But now, he couldn't care less.

Taking a deep breath, Evelyn knocked on the office door. When Steven saw her, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes.

"Evelyn, what are you doing here?"

"You're the one who asked me to bring these."

She pushed the door open, placed the files on the desk, and walked in.

Iris Perry, the girl on the bed, scrambled up, throwing off the covers as she timidly hid behind Steven.