My Maternity Records Belong to Another Woman novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Matthew returned home and once again opened the surveillance footage from Evelyn’s apartment.

Since he had installed those hidden cameras, he had made a habit of checking them every day- monitoring her every move as if it were the only way to feel close to her.

On screen, Evelyn appeared in a dark green velvet dress. Her hair was swept up in a loose bun, and on her earlobes dangled a pair of gem–studded earrings,

They shimmered under the light–the same pair Simon had just helped her put on.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice gentle and faintly smiling, “it’s time for the gala.”

Matthew instantly grabbed his car keys and stormed out the door.

They must be heading to the Carter family’s charity event that evening.

If it hadn’t been for Lila ambushing them earlier with that bucket of paint, they would’ve arrived at

the venue long ago.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the venue, he was stopped by security.

“Mr. Roscente, please turn back,” the guard said expressionlessly. “Mr. Carter has given strict instructions–you’re not welcome here.”

Matthew’s temples throbbed. He forced himself to stay calm and took a few steps back, retreating

to his car.

Ever since the Carter family outmaneuvered him in the acquisition deal, everything had gone downhill for him in Switzerland. And now, he couldn’t even get into a charity gala.

“Evelyn…” he murmured, eyes glazed with obsession.

The event continued deep into the night.

Matthew stood in the shadows outside the estate wall like a statue. The soft pop of champagne, the

gentle hum of violins, and the distant sound of chatter–all of it felt like a thousand needles piercing his heart.

When the guests finally began to leave, Matthew couldn’t hold back anymore. He rushed in during a

guard change, slipping past security.

“Evelyn!”

She had been on the balcony, speaking with an elderly master architect. At the sound of his voice,

she turned. Her brows creased slightly.

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Matthew had never seen her look at him that way–like she was looking at a stranger. No, worse

than a stranger. It was pure indifference.

“Come with me,” he said, reaching for her wrist.

But before he could touch her, two bodyguards stepped forward, blocking his path.

Simon emerged from behind a column and calmly stepped in front of Evelyn. “Mr. Roscente, no one

in Switzerland has the right to force Evelyn to do anything she doesn’t want to.”

Matthew’s breathing turned ragged. His voice was almost a growl. “Just ten minutes. Let me talk to

her for ten minutes.”

Evelyn didn’t say a word. She simply turned away and resumed her conversation with the elderly architect, her posture composed, her expression attentive.

She looked exactly like she used to when she was with him–serene, thoughtful–but now her gaze

held no trace of him.

Simon made a gesture, and the bodyguards promptly escorted Matthew out.

As he was being pushed through the gates, Matthew caught one last glimpse of Evelyn. She was

smiling as she clinked glasses with the architect, completely at ease.

That smile shattered what little sanity he had left.

Back in his car, Matthew opened his laptop and once again pulled up the surveillance feed from

Evelyn’s apartment.

The screen’s cold light reflected off his bloodshot eyes. He replayed the footage of Simon dropping

Evelyn off that night–again and again.

He watched as they said goodnight at the door.

Simon leaned in slightly, as if he wanted to kiss her forehead, but held back and simply gave her a brief, restrained hug.

Bang!

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