Chapter 0144

Without him in her past life, Evelyn's fate would never have spiraled into tragedy. This time, he had been reborn to avenge her.

"Seraphina, is this what you call the truth? You set me up!" Adrian gripped Seraphina's wrist with bruising force.

Today had been nothing short of humiliating.

"It's not what you think—Adrian, please, let me explain!"

Panic flashed in Seraphina's eyes as she tried to cling to him.

Slap!

But Adrian was done being fooled by her lies. His palm struck her cheek with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the venue.

The reporters below caught every second of it.

A groom slapping his bride at their own wedding?

Tomorrow's headlines would be brutal.

Alistair couldn't stomach another second of this farce. He shot Adrian a withering glare before storming out. As the head of the Grey family, he refused to be associated with such disgrace.

These two were nothing but failures.

With Alistair gone and the reporters closing in, Benedict followed suit, his face burning with secondhand shame.

As for the mess Seraphina and Bianca had created? They could clean it up themselves.

"Mr. Grey, was this entire wedding staged?"

"Mr. Grey, did you target Miss Evelyn to get revenge for Miss Seraphina?"

"Aren't you afraid of Mr. Sebastian retaliating?"

The questions came rapid-fire, microphones shoved aggressively into their faces.

"What a disaster of a wedding," Sebastian mused, feigning regret. He set down his wineglass with a sigh, then flashed a dazzling smile.

"I agree!" Evelyn beamed, matching his grin.

"All thanks to you, Evelyn. You're terrifying—I'll have to keep an eye on you from now on."

Despite his words, Sebastian reached out, brushing his thumb affectionately over her nose.

He adored her cunning, the way she played the victim so flawlessly. Only a woman like her was worthy of him.

"Sebastian, I'm exhausted. Can we go home?"

Evelyn suddenly looked bored, tugging at his sleeve with a pout.

Seraphina had been publicly humiliated. The show was over.

There was nothing left worth staying for.

"Of course."

Sebastian's smile softened, warmth flooding his chest.

Ignoring the stunned stares around them, he swept Evelyn into his arms.

In this chaos, they had no reason to linger.

"Let's go home," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

His breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, her cheeks flushing crimson.

She looked like a ripe apple—tempting, irresistible.

And he was starving.

Evelyn's pulse quickened as his words sank in.

Sure enough, the moment they were alone, she discovered just how skilled her man truly was.