Chapter 6 Her Love

Wyatt's POV


Evelyn appeared utterly terrified by Bennett, her eyes wide as if he were a monster straight out of a nightmare. Despite her fear, she inched closer in my direction. It was clear she couldn't avoid me, and although she seemed the same as ever, her approach had changed; she was now seeking my attention in a new, more subtle way.


It looked like my earlier words had hit a nerve; annoyance flickered across her face. I had been right—her actions had always been aimed at catching my eye. If only she had shown a better attitude, perhaps I might have…


Ignoring me, she strode past and headed straight to Judy, who was standing behind me. Without a word, Evelyn snatched the unfinished drink from Judy's hand.


"Evelyn! What are you doing?" Judy's voice pierced the air.


"Put that down!"


"It’s nothing. Judy, you should really keep your distance from my husband," Evelyn retorted, lifting her glass with a defiant flourish.


"And what if I refuse?" Judy tilted her head, her eyes locking with Evelyn's in a bold challenge, a smirk playing on her lips.


"I suggest you assess the situation properly. It was Alpha Wyatt who requested my presence, not yours.”


"Is that so? Well, from what I hear, Miss Judy collects a fee for appearances. Whatever he’s paying you, I'll double it to ensure you don't bother me tonight." Evelyn’s voice was laced with impatience as she whipped out her wallet and slapped it on the table with a thud.


By the Moon Goddess! I could hardly believe what I was witnessing.


Evelyn was still fighting for me, calling me her husband, willing to spend her money to keep me to herself.


Did this mean she still loved me?


A surge of excitement bubbled up within me, a flurry of joyful sparks dancing through my mind, soothing and elating in equal measure.


I relished Evelyn's jealousy. It confirmed she still harbored love for me, and that realization alone was immensely comforting.


"How can you say that about me? I am not...!" Judy's voice cracked, her bravado fading into anxious glances in my direction, her eyes brimming with tears.


"Alpha Wyatt, you..."


She had stirred up enough trouble for one evening, and her presence was grating on me. I brushed past her nonchalantly, and she stumbled to the ground, her hair disheveled.


"Don't take pictures! Put your phones away!" She scrambled to her feet and began shouting, panic stricken. Her plea had the opposite effect; instead of garnering sympathy, it drove her to flee through the crowd toward the exit.

"Very well, I saved some money." Evelyn murmured behind me.


Her voice was soft, but I caught every word, even the laughter that followed. Why did this chaos delight her? Was my humiliation really a source of amusement?


I slumped into a chair and drowned my frustrations in drink, hoping to blur out the escalating scene.


"Wyatt? Stop drinking." Evelyn's voice came from behind me, tinged with concern.


At least she cared, I thought. That had to count for something.


"Evelyn, what right do you have to control me?" I muttered, staring into my glass, unwilling to meet her gaze.

"You just drove away my companion!"


"Calm down. It's just a suggestion, after all, drinking isn't good for you." Her voice became gentle, followed by a sigh as she sat down across from me.


My heart stung violently with something and I couldn't even begin to breathe.


By the Moon Goddess! It looked like I had really hurt her.


"Well, you're right." I put my glass down and locked eyes with her.


The scene was just like it was when we first got married, and for a moment, I thought that all that happened before was an illusion, and that she was still as deeply in love with me as she was.


I took a deep breath. I won't let things get any worse between us, and right now, I should take the chance to ease it.

"By the way, Evelyn, when are you moving back?" I looked at her face and tried to sound as gentle as possible.


I added, "I mean, the house we used to live in, I've decided to leave it to you."