Stay Away From My Wife.

The statement made Evelyn's opinion of Julian shatter completely.

She let out a scornful laugh, finding it difficult to even glance at the man sitting opposite her.

She truly couldn't comprehend what she had ever seen in him.

Julian wasn't particularly handsome, just ordinary. Compared to her husband, Alexander, he was utterly insignificant.

In terms of ability, character, or ambition? Julian wasn't even on the same level.

Yet he had the audacity to say something so absurd.

He didn't mind that she was divorced? His opinion was irrelevant. Even if she married a hundred times, she wouldn't give a man like him a second thought.

Evelyn took a deep breath, surprised by her own calm. There was a time when his words would have infuriated her.

Now, she simply felt nothing.

"Julian, you abandoned me for another woman on our wedding day. And now you speak of taking responsibility?"

She leaned back, crossing her arms, not even granting him a direct look. "It's far too late for that. Do us both a favor and remove yourself from my life, and my career."

Julian stared at her, an unfamiliar ache forming in his chest. He released a slow sigh. "Evelyn, holding onto this anger is pointless. Even if you are angry, you shouldn't joke about marriage. You certainly shouldn't throw away your own happiness just to spite me."

Evelyn's brow furrowed, her patience thinning. "I married my husband because I love him. Keep your concerns to yourself—I am perfectly content."

She continued, her voice firm. "And let me make this perfectly clear, for the last time: my husband and I are happy, we love each other, and divorce is not an option. Whether you want a house full of children is your business, not mine. Don't you have Isabella? Why are you still harassing me?"

Julian completely ignored the mention of Isabella. He simply shook his head, as if lost in his own narrative. "Evelyn, stop pretending. Your husband is disabled. How could he possibly make you happy?"

Her expression turned to ice. "Julian, that's enough. Do not speak about him that way. If you continue, I will not be responsible for my actions."

Her cold glare did nothing to deter him.

He offered her what he clearly believed was a charming smile. "Evelyn, stop playing hard to get. We were together for five years. How long have you even known Alexander? Whatever you think you have with that cripple can't possibly compare to what we shared. So..."

Before he could finish, Evelyn threw her entire glass of iced coffee directly into his face.

Julian gasped, sputtering as the cold liquid dripped from his hair and chin. "What the hell, Evelyn? Have you lost your mind?"

She stood up abruptly, her eyes blazing. "Julian, consider that your only warning. Watch your mouth. Next time, it won't be coffee."

Without another word, she turned and strode purposefully out of the café.

Watching her leave, a sharp spike of panic shot through Julian. Ignoring his soaked shirt, he jumped up and rushed after her. "Evelyn! Wait!"

He reached out, his hand about to close around her arm, when a strong, unyielding grip clamped around his wrist, stopping him instantly.

A deep, frigid voice cut through the air.

"Stay away from my wife."