"So...then why do I feel that my wife still looks troubled?" he asked quietly.
Evelyn hesitated.
The silence stretched.
Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze again.
"Axel..." Her voice carried hesitation, uncertainty, and quiet courage. "You’re still hiding something from me, aren’t you?"
Axel froze, but only for a second. Then his familiar calm and composed nature returned, and it returned without a hiccup, as though the question had never unsettled him for a second.
"What do you mean?" he asked calmly.
Evelyn studied him carefully before finally answering, "This isn’t just about friendship fading because your father married Amanda," she said softly. "And my father isn’t angry simply because he lost a friend."
Axel’s fingers tensed.
Evelyn noticed everything. She leaned slightly closer, her voice quieter but firmer. "There is something else."
He said nothing.
The silence between them grew sharp, charged with tension neither could ignore.
Evelyn’s heart began to race. She watched his eyes carefully. And then she saw it. A flicker. Small. Brief. But unmistakable.
The subtle shift in his gaze told her everything she needed to know.
She silently took a deep breath. Because now she was certain. There was another truth. Another secret. And Axel had not told her yet.
"Eve, I really don’t understand what you’re saying," Axel said softly, his voice steady and sincere. His expression looked calm, patient, and almost harmless.
The honesty in his tone eased the tight knot inside Evelyn’s chest.
’So, there’s no hidden reason?’ she wonders.
"My wife, what I told you is everything I know," Axel continued gently, even as a storm raged behind his composed face. Inside, guilt clawed at him.
Axel hated lying to Evelyn more than anything. The lie tasted bitter, yet the truth felt far worse, heavy with pain he could not bear to place on her shoulders.
If he told her the truth, Axel believed she would never view his mother the same way again. Even worse, she might distance herself from his family because of the shame her father had brought upon them in the past.
The memory of his father’s confession burned in his mind. Even years later, the story carried enough venom to stir the same fury.
Axel’s jaw tightened. ’William Fucking Walters...’ he cursed silently, anger rising like fire beneath his skin. ’How dare you even think of harming my mother? How dare you try to force my mother to marry you? You even tried to rape her! Do you know you are worse than the devil?’
The rage pulsed through him.
Although his mother had escaped that nightmare, the mere knowledge of William Walters’ intentions had been enough to plant a deep, lasting hatred inside Axel’s heart.
If William Walters had been any other man, not Evelyn’s father, he would have killed him without hesitation.
But life was cruelly ironic. William Walters was Evelyn’s father.
And Evelyn was the woman he loved more than his own breath.
Axel forced himself back to the present, pushing the darkness down before it could surface in his eyes.
"My wife, please believe me, huh?" he said quietly, his fingers tightening around hers.
Evelyn says nothing. She simply stared at him for quite a moment.
Then, slowly, her lips curved into a faint smile. "I believe you, Axel, without a single doubt," she whispered.
Relief washed through Axel so suddenly that his shoulders visibly relaxed. The tension that had weighed on him seemed to lift at once.
"Thank you, Eve," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
Before Evelyn could say anything, Axel leaned in and embraced her tightly.
Evelyn warmly returned his embrace, curling her hand around him.


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