She Threw Him Away… Now He’s Untouchable

CHAPTER 2

I sat in the backseat, knees pulled up tight against my chest, trying so hard to stop my hands from shaking. The tears were still rolling down my cheeks, hot and messy, and I didn’t even bother wiping them away. Let it out, Evelyn. Let it all go now, because once I step out of this car, that weak, crying girl they knew… she’s dead.

Outside the window, the big iron gates of the Knight mansion slowly disappeared from view. Just like that. Three years of my life, gone. Thrown away like it meant absolutely nothing.

“You have nothing, Evelyn.”

Alexander’s voice kept echoing in my head, cold and arrogant. “You’re just a poor girl I took pity on.”

I let out a bitter laugh, breathless and sad. If only he knew. If only any of them knew the truth that had been sitting right under their noses this whole time.

Suddenly, the privacy glass between the front seat and back rolled down. I looked up, quickly wiping my face, and met the eyes of Mr. Wilson. My father’s most trusted man. The only person besides my parents who knew exactly who I really was.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror, his face soft with sympathy, but also that deep respect he always had. The complete opposite of how everyone in that house treated me.

“Miss Evelyn,” he said gently, his voice calm and steady. “Are you alright, child?”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I’m fine, Mr. Wilson. Just… finally free, I guess.”

He gave a small nod, then gestured slightly ahead. “We are heading straight to the private airport. The jet is ready. Your father is waiting for you overseas. And… everything has been arranged. Every asset, every share, every single connection that kept Knight Group standing tall… it’s all been frozen or transferred back to your name, just as you ordered months ago.”

My heart skipped a beat. Oh right. That part.

For three years, I stayed hidden. I lived like a pauper, wore cheap clothes, acted quiet and invisible… all because I wanted to see if Alexander could love me. Not the heiress, not the power, just me. Stupid, right? I was such a fool to think love could ever exist in that cold house.

But while I was playing the role of the useless wife, my family was quietly pumping money, resources, and protection into his company. Every time he had a crisis, every time his stocks dropped, every time he almost lost a big deal… it was my father moving things behind the scenes to save him.

All so I wouldn’t have to suffer or see him fail.

And today? The moment I signed those papers? I pulled the plug.

“Good,” I whispered, looking down at my stomach again. My hand rested there, protective, soft. “Let him feel what it’s like to stand on his own feet. Let him see exactly how much I was worth to him. He thinks he’s a self-made king? Fine. Let’s watch his kingdom crumble without its foundation.”

Mr. Wilson smiled faintly, eyes twinkling. “Your father said to tell you this, Miss: They treated our princess like dirt. Now, we show them what happens when dirt turns into gold.”

I bit my lip, a different kind of feeling rising in my chest. Anger? Revenge? Maybe both. But mostly… I felt something else growing inside me, stronger than anything I’d ever felt before.

For him. For the little life growing inside me.

I looked out the window again as the car turned onto a wide, empty road. It was a beautiful, expensive limousine—black, sleek, with the special license plate only the Hayes family was allowed to use. Something Alexander never even bothered to notice. He never looked at anything I did or had. He only saw what he wanted to see.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my bag.

I pulled it out, my heart sinking when I saw the name on the screen: Alexander Knight.

My breath hitched. Why? Why is he calling now? Did he realize something already? Did he remember I took something? Or did he just want to humiliate me one last time?

I stared at the screen as it rang and rang. Part of me wanted to answer, just to scream at him, just to hear his voice crack. But I didn’t. Instead, I pressed the red button. Decline.

Then, almost immediately, a message popped up.

Alexander: “Evelyn. Where are you? Come back here right now. Did you take something from the study? Answer me.”

I stared at those words, and a cold, sharp laugh escaped my throat.

He wasn’t worried. He wasn’t sad. He was scared I stole something. That’s all I was to him—a possible thief.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second, then I typed slowly, carefully.

Me: “I took nothing that belongs to you, Alexander. Everything I ever had… was mine to begin with. And everything I’m taking with me? You’ll never get it back. Not in a million years.”

I hit send, then quickly blocked his number. Then I threw the phone back into my bag, like it burned me.

“Drive faster, Mr. Wilson,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “I don’t want to stay in this city one second longer.”

“Of course, Miss.”

The car sped up.

We were approaching the airport entrance now. I could see the private jets lined up on the tarmac, gleaming under the afternoon sun. It was all mine. Everything. The money, the power, the name… it was all waiting for me to take it back.

And as I looked at my reflection in the window—red eyes, messy hair, but head held high—I promised myself.

I promised that when I came back… I wouldn’t be the quiet, ignored wife anymore.

I would be Evelyn Hayes. The only heir to the Hayes Empire. The woman who held his whole world in the palm of her hand.

And just as the car passed through the security gates of the airport, Mr. Wilson’s phone rang. He picked it up, listened for ten seconds, then looked at me through the mirror with a shocked expression.

“Miss Evelyn… that was the head of IT at Knight Group. They just sent an emergency report. Right this second… their entire system just went down. All servers, all data, everything… it crashed instantly. And… well… look at the news.”

He handed me his tablet.

I took it, my eyes widening as I saw the breaking news headline flashing across the screen in big, bold red letters:

BREAKING: KNIGHT GROUP SYSTEMS COMPLETELY HACKED / SHUT DOWN. MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE APPEARS ON ALL SCREENS: “WHAT YOU THREW AWAY… WAS YOUR LIFELINE.”

Below it was a photo someone had taken from inside their office. On every single monitor, glowing bright red, were those exact words.

And right at the bottom, tiny, almost invisible… was a little signature. A small, cute drawing of a crown with a little ‘R’ next to it.

My heart stopped.

My hand flew to my mouth, covering a gasp.

That signature… I knew that signature.

I had seen it a hundred times on the drawings my little cousin used to send me from overseas. The work of a child genius they said. A boy barely two years old, already hacking high-security systems just for fun.

Rayden.

My baby.

He wasn’t even born yet… and he was already protecting his mother.

Mr. Wilson looked at me, confused, while I stared at the screen, tears suddenly gone, replaced by the most terrifying, beautiful feeling of power I had ever known.

“Miss? Who did this? Do you know who is behind this attack?”

I looked up, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across my face. A smile that belonged to a Hayes.

I looked at the tablet one more time, at that little ‘R’ shining bright like a warning sign.

“Oh, Mr. Wilson… you have no idea.” I whispered, leaning back against the seat, closing my eyes as the car pulled up next to my private jet.

“You think I’m the only one Alexander should be afraid of? Wait until he meets my son.”

[END OF CHAPTER 2]

Alexander is losing his mind over the crash, screaming for answers, until his assistant runs in with a report that changes everything… “Sir… the funding. The secret funding source keeping us alive all these years… it traces back to the Hayes Family.”