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But even if that exined his confusion, it couldn’t exin his family’s silence. When he had awakened on that ind, he had shared how his mother died when he was twelve. He had spoken of her final request, his obligation to marry the Campbell daughter. Neither his father nor his grandfather had challenged him.
They hadn’t even flinched. Why would they allow him to embrace a falsehood? His mind churned with unanswered questions. Desperate for rity—any fragment of truth—he tried once more. “Eva—”
But Eva, consumed by her own inferno of rage, refused to hear him. Her final words sliced through the phone line like broken ss before she severed the connection. “I despise your entire bloodline!”
And in that instant, she truly did. This hatred had festered for decades, now erupting like a volcano. The Evans family, with their vast power and connections, could have lifted her up. They could have stood as her shield. Instead, they had cast her out.
From the start, her father and elder brother had fought viciously against her marriage into the Campbell n, even threatening to erase her from their lives if she proceeded. She hadughed off their warnings, convinced that no matter how rebellious she became, they would never truly cast out their own blood. Secure in their love, she had wed Arthur without hesitation.
But she had never been more mistaken. Her father and brother had fulfilled their threat, banishing her from the family and marking her as their shame. They’d proimed to society that no such daughter or sister existed, and that her fate—whether life or death—no longer concerned them.
Throughout the years, regardless of how brutal her existence with the Campbells became, she never dared seek the Evans family’s aid. During her rare visits to Ublento, only her mother offered herpassion. Her father and brother refused even to nce at her. The remaining rtives, terrified of their fury, shunned her like a gue, afraid that association would doom them. When Cole, the designated heir, had suddenly materialized at her doorstep, proposing a marriage pact, it had seemed like divine intervention. Hope had flooded through her veins, suggesting the Evans family was finally prepared to embrace her return. She hadn’t realized it was all theater.
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After ending the call, Eva pressed her eyelids shut as tears of torment streaked down her face. They were tears born of hatred, of crushing istion, of a lifetime’s umted bitterness.<fn74f0> The source of th?s content is fι?dnοvel</fn74f0>
She had once believed that marrying Arthur would crown her as the most blessed woman on earth, that his devotion would suffice. She had convinced herself she didn’t need her family’s approval. After twenty years of suffering, she finally grasped the harsh reality—a woman needed a powerful family watching her back. She had once possessed one, and she had thrown it all away. She had dared to hope that Cole represented her redemption, yet his promised engagement had proven nothing more than a cruel joke.
Sorrow pressed down on Eva’s chest, but beneath it, a grim truth had already settled in—within the Evans family, she could count only on herself. Finding someone influential to stand beside her had be urgent. Arthur woulde to settle scores with her soon enough, and she couldn’t face him alone.
With the Evans family refusing to support her, she had to look elsewhere.
“Mom, is there still a chance to fix my engagement with Cole?” Wanda’s voice broke the silence, hesitant.
Eva’s eyes opened slowly, her gaze lingering on Wanda before she spoke with deliberate weight. “Wanda, from the moment I brought you into the Campbell family, we’re in the same boat. Do you understand this?”
“I do, Mom.” Wanda gave a quick nod. She had always known this truth. The Craig family’s love was never unconditional—it flowed only toward their sons. Even when Boris dragged their name through the mud, they still clung to him like a prized heir.
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