"My love... It’s better if you don’t know. Because those people don’t deserve to live in your mind."
Axel’s words echoed in Evelyn’s head long after the lights were turned off.
She lay on her side, eyes open, staring at the faint outline of the ceiling.
Sleep refused to come, no matter how many times she inhaled deeply and tried to steady her breathing.
Her heart felt restless, heavy with questions that refused to quiet down.
The room was unusually empty tonight.
Axel was not beside her. He had insisted on sleeping in Oliver’s bedroom after their son fell ill, claiming it was just in case Oliver woke up uncomfortable again.
Evelyn knew better. If Axel were here, he would have noticed her tense breathing, the way her thoughts kept circling, and he would have scolded her gently for not resting.
She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, finally giving up on sleep.
Just then, her cell phone vibrated softly on the bedside table.
The sound cut through the silence, making her heart skip a beat.
She reached for the phone and frowned when she saw Oscar’s name flashing on the screen, followed by two messages.
"I know it’s the middle of the night where you are. Can I call you?"
"There’s something important I need to ask you about."
Evelyn did not hesitate.
She slipped out of bed, padded quietly across the room, and stood by the window before dialing his number.
The garden lights below were dim, softened by the late hour, but her mind was anything but calm.
"Oscar," she said the moment he answered. "What is it?"
"Eve," Oscar replied, sounding unusually serious, "I wanted to ask you something."
Her fingers tightened around the phone. She had a feeling she already knew what this was about. "Speak," she said.
"I’ve found the rat behind the news about Oliver."
Her heart tightened, "Really?"
"Yes," he said, his tone sharpening. "Have you ever heard of the Martinez family?"
Evelyn inhaled sharply.
Of course, she had heard of them.
The Martinez family was well known in the capital, infamous even in certain circles. They owned several high-end entertainment venues, exclusive clubs, and recently, a fast-growing private security agency. Their reach had expanded quickly over the past few years, enough to make them noticeable even among old-money families.
Although Walters Group had never done business with them, Evelyn had encountered their name more than once during her time in the corporate world.
And then there was Natalie Martinez.
The memory of that woman’s cold smile surfaced instantly, followed by an uncomfortable tightening in Evelyn’s chest. Natalie’s gaze during their last encounter had not been friendly. If anything, it had been sharp, calculating, and unmistakably hostile.
As a woman, Evelyn understood it all too well.
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