Eve's POV
By the time three months had passed in Westwood, Eve no longer answered to her old name.
She had become Evelyn Roderigo.
It had been Miter Rodrigo’s idea first, though the final choice had been hers. He had introduced her one evening, half-proud, half-protective, to his wife Kamila as the daughter they had never had. At first, Eve had resisted. The name felt like a mask, the title like charity. But Kamila’s warm hand on hers and Rodrigo’s gruff nod had slowly worn her down.
“Evelyn,” Kamila had said, smiling softly. “It suits you. It’s not a disguise, it’s a beginning.”
So Evelyn she became.
The papers were adjusted, the name attached to her new lease, her bank account, her job. In Westwood, no one looked at her and saw a woman trapped in a marriage born of leverage and sil
