Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth novel Chapter 51

Chapter 5 

Father, consumed by guilt, always insisted I yield to Claire. Even when she hijacked my wedding to James, he merely scolded her before allowing the bride swap. 

I spiraled into self–doubt and depression until Alexander seemingly rescued me with his devotion and 

care. 

When Claire repeatedly stole my roles, Alexander would say, “Treat acting as a hobby, darling. I’d rather have you at home with me anyway.” 

His words had seemed so sweet then. 

Claire’s star rose with each role meant for me. Now I realized my rival wasn’t just my sister–it was also my husband who shared my bed while dreaming of another. 

“Oh, right,” Claire smirked. “Alexander brought me a script. He’s financing my new film–top director, premium production team, starting soon.” 

She handed me the screenplay. The title read “Salvation Heights.” 

My hands trembled as I flipped through it. For seven years, I’d crafted a script on my laptop, based on my journey with Alexander–our arranged marriage evolving into love. 

Or so I’d thought. Now he’d gifted my story to Claire. 

Before I could speak, Claire’s expression shifted. She suddenly slapped herself twice, messed up her hair, 

and screamed. 

“Stop! Evelyn, what are you doing?” 

Alexander burst in. Without a glance at me, he shoved me aside and rushed to Claire. 

“Claire, are you alright?” 

She covered her face, tears glistening. “Alexander, I… I just invited her in for tea. She attacked me, called 

me horrible names…” 

His gaze turned cold when he looked at me–a stranger’s eyes. “Evelyn, I know you resent Claire, but 

violence? Look at her face–how can she film like this?” 

“What if the paparazzi saw? Have you thought about the consequences?” 

I stared at him, eyes burning but tearless. I didn’t defend myself against Claire’s lies. Instead, I asked, 

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“Why did you give her my script?” 

“What script?” His voice turned icy. “Didn’t we agree you’d gradually leave acting? Come home, start a family?” 

I turned away, nails digging into my palms, drowning in exhaustion and disappointment. 

Start a family? Never again. 

Something in my expression made him soften. “Evelyn, I apologize for losing my temper. I’m just worried about the media–everyone already knows you’re sisters. As my wife, I don’t want people speaking ill of 

you.” 

He stroked my hair. “Go film your scene. I’ll take you to lunch later. Be good.” 

I nodded. 

Turning away, I allowed myself a bitter smile. Poor Alexander, forced to juggle two women.