Evelyn’s POV
I made a quiet hand signal to my security team. One imdiately took control of Alexis’s stroller while the other moved closer to . I knew other guards were already moving into position around the area.
The woman walked over with an exaggerated pregnant waddle, one hand supporting her lower back and the other resting on her "baby bump."
"Excuse ," she called out in that sickeningly sweet voice. "I couldn’t help noticing that our eyes look so similar!"
When she got closer, I was hit by the strong sll of rose perfu, which was clearly ant to hide her natural scent.
I rembered Beta Zeon ntioning that Clara had gotten extensive costic surgery after so "accident" overseas.
Was this person in front of Clara?
Looking at her now, I could see all the changes. Her eyes had been changed to look like mine, her breasts were much larger, and her waist was smaller.
I had to give her credit for committing to the physical transformation, even though it must have been incredibly painful to go through multiple surgeries.
"Yes, they do look sowhat similar," I said, keeping my face blank.
Clara was obviously waiting for to ask about her pregnancy, but I deliberately didn’t show any interest. I could see frustration cross her face.
"What a beautiful daughter you have," she said, bending down slightly to look at Alexis, who was now half asleep in her stroller.
Without waiting for to respond, Clara rubbed her belly lovingly. "I’m just starting my motherhood journey. I worry about the baby all the ti, barely eating or sleeping. Thankfully, the father is incredibly supportive."
The happiness in her eyes looked so real that anyone else might have believed it.
"In fact," she continued, pointing toward the huge Wolfe Haven International tower, "the baby’s father works right over there. Maybe you know him?"
She spoke slowly on purpose, emphasizing each word.
"His na is Calvin Wolfe. Do you know him?"
I rembered the last of those anonymous photos.
It seed to be taken at the hospital obstetrics departnt.
The Calvin in that photo looked very different from usual.
The man was leaning lazily against the wall in the corridor opposite the obstetrics departnt. His deep eyes stared at the departnt sign across from him, and his mouth curved upward.
He seed imrsed in so kind of joy. A warm and peaceful aura surrounded him.
That kind of look in his eyes...
I had only seen it in Calvin’s eyes when he looked at the children.
I let my eyes widen in mock shock. "That’s not possible!"
Clara’s face lit up with satisfaction at my apparent distress. She patted her flat stomach with an exaggerated motion.
"What do you an, honey? Of course it’s possible," she said with malicious delight. "In a few months, I’ll be showing properly. You don’t think this baby is fake, do you?"
Her expression was that of a woman thrilled to be carrying the child of the man she loved. But the way she leaned back as if her bump was weighing her down looked ridiculous.
"We weren’t actually planning to get pregnant so soon," she continued,"But he can’t keep his hands off . The bathroom, the couch, the balcony... goodness, I’m blushing just thinking about it."
I fought to keep my expression shocked and devastated as she rambled on.
"You know how he gets when he’s excited. He doesn’t bother with protection. Says it doesn’t feel good. And now we’re expecting this precious little miracle."
She leaned closer, whispering cruelly."He has two sons already, you know. But he promised that once our baby is born, he’ll ship those little brats off to so boarding school far away. They’ll never set foot in this territory again."
Her eyes glead with malice as she continued, "A man only truly loves children born from the woman he loves. Those other two? They’re just bastards he was forced to have. They don’t deserve his love. They never did!"
With each word, rage built inside like a gathering storm. No mother could listen calmly to soone curse and insult her children like this.
I certainly wasn’t going to.
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. My fingers curled into tight fists as fury blazed through .
"Are you done, Clara?" I asked calmly.
Her eyes widened in shock at hearing her real na. How could I possibly know who she was? Her new face was unrecognizable even to her own family.
Before she could recover, I continued.
"I believe you’re the sa age as Calvin, making you several years older than . What gives you the right to call ’honey’?"
I looked her up and down with contempt. "And being that much less attractive than ? The audacity."
I could see I’d hit her where it hurt. Those were the two things that fueled her hatred. Her belief that I had stolen Calvin from her, and her burning jealousy of my appearance.
Seeing her reaction, I twisted the knife deeper.
"Or wait... have you been staring at that surgically enhanced face in the mirror so long that you think your age got a facelift too?"
I feigned a sudden realization. "You know, despite my divorce from Calvin, I’m still legally his first mate and wife."
I tilted my head and spoke sweetly, mockingly. "How considerate of you, the mistress, to pay respects to the original wife like this. Should you bow and serve tea while you’re at it? I could give you a little welco gift in return."
Clara’s eyes flashed with rage. "Don’t you dare talk to like that!"
My gaze turned glacial, my eyes devoid of any warmth as I stared her down.
"In your mind, that’s crossing a line?" I asked softly.
I stepped closer, whispering icily. "You send those photos every day and then have the nerve to approach in public to gloat. And you think I’m being too harsh?"
Clara stepped back, startled by the cold fury emanating from .
She placed a protective hand over her "pregnant" belly and backed away further. "Evelyn, don’t you dare try anything!"
Her voice rose to a panicked pitch. "This baby is a Bloodbane Pack heir! If anything happens to it, Calvin will destroy you!"
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