The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 166

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
By Sophia Reed

**Chapter 166: Alexander’s Jealousy**

In the soft, muted light of the morning, Alexander found himself deeply engrossed in a pile of documents that detailed the lab’s findings from the fingerprints gathered at the scene of the incident back at Silverwood. The atmosphere in his office was thick with concentration, the only sound being the rustle of paper and the occasional sigh of frustration.

As he sifted through the reports, a particular detail caught his attention: Fiona’s fingerprints were unmistakably present on the handle of the blade left behind. It felt surreal to him, almost absurd. How could someone so meticulous, someone who prided herself on her attention to detail, make such a glaring mistake? The thought lingered in his mind, a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

Yet, as fate would have it, this blunder turned out to be a fortuitous twist for their case. Clearly, in the chaos of their hasty escape, Fiona had forgotten all about the knife. Alexander’s brow furrowed as he pondered whether she even realized that she had left such crucial evidence behind. Did she know the blade was not in her possession? The uncertainty gnawed at him.

Oh, well…

His thoughts shifted to the other findings. Reports indicated that Isabella and Samantha had also been present at the scene of the attack. However, if they were to be granted legal representation, they could easily argue that their fingerprints were not new evidence. After all, the incident had unfolded in their own home; it was only natural for their prints to be scattered throughout the house.

What Alexander truly craved was a moment alone with Evelyn—a chance to sit down and hash out the details with her. He had seen the brilliance of her insights during Michael’s case, and he held onto the hope that she could provide a fresh perspective on their current dilemma. Perhaps together, they could navigate the murky waters of the courtroom once again and emerge victorious.

But this time felt different. They were no longer facing just one adversary; now, they had to contend with three.

On the brighter side, Alexander had the advantage of possessing documentation regarding Fiona’s past transgressions. The fact that her medical license had already been suspended would serve as a compelling starting point for the jury to consider.

“What has Evelyn been up to today?” he asked Oliver, his eyes still scanning the files before him.

Oliver glanced up from his own stack of papers, his expression thoughtful. “She’s currently meeting with her brother’s physician. He wanted to discuss Edward’s health records with her.”

“Really? That’s good,” Alexander replied, trying to maintain a casual tone. “Where are they meeting?”

“I believe on the back patio, sir.”

A flicker of irritation coursed through Alexander. Was he truly bothered by the fact that his wife seemed more inclined to meet with a stranger than to seek him out?

Absolutely, yes.

Yet he tried to temper his feelings, convincing himself that Evelyn was simply attempting to reclaim a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. But his patience was wearing thin; he could feel it slipping away like sand through his fingers.

He resolved to talk to her, no matter the obstacles. A quick glance at the clock on his laptop told him that Evelyn and the doctor should be wrapping up their meeting soon.

With a decisive push, he stood from his desk, the chair scraping against the floor. Oliver, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in his demeanor.

“Sir? Are you sure you—” Oliver hesitated, silenced by the intensity of Alexander’s glare.

Yes, he was determined to speak with Evelyn. Without another moment to lose, he strode out of his office, heading toward the back of the manor with purpose.

No more nights of retreating to separate rooms. That was not going to happen again.

As he approached the patio, he could hear voices drifting through the air. Just as he reached the entrance, he halted, his heart sinking at the sight before him. The doctor was nothing like he had imagined; he was youthful, attractive, and there was an undeniable spark of interest in his eyes as he conversed with Evelyn.

“Would you be terribly offended if I asked you to remove the mask for a moment?” the doctor inquired, his tone light yet somehow suggestive.

A wave of tension washed over Alexander. No. There was no way Evelyn would entertain such a request, right?

Yet, he couldn’t ignore the way she hesitated, the slight falter in her demeanor that sent a jolt of jealousy coursing through him. With him, she was always quick to deflect, to deny him any glimpse of her vulnerability. But this stranger, whom she had known for mere hours, seemed to hold her attention far more than he was comfortable with.

“Come back to the office with me. Oliver has brought in the results, and you should catch up on what’s been happening,” he said, his tone even but firm.

To his relief, Evelyn nodded and began walking ahead of him, her demeanor shifting slightly.

Once they were back in the office, Evelyn perused the test results with ease. However, beyond that point, she fell silent as Oliver and Alexander filled her in on the developing case against Fiona, Isabella, and Samantha.

Both men silently hoped she would contribute her thoughts, yet she remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the carpet. Why was she acting so distant around him when she was his wife?

“Evelyn, we need to talk,” he said, his voice steady.

Her response was devoid of emotion. “You’re right. We do,” she agreed, her tone flat.

“Something happened between you and Liam, didn’t it?” he pressed, his heart racing.

A flicker of emotion crossed her face, and she exhaled a long, deflated breath before nodding.

“Yes. Before we were married, Liam and I were together. I cared for him deeply, but it quickly became clear that he didn’t reciprocate my feelings. He used me to elevate his own pack, and just when I thought he would propose, he left me for Samantha.”

The anger within Alexander twisted painfully. “That son of a bitch,” he muttered, the words laced with venom.

Evelyn merely shrugged, her expression detached. “I’d say he got what he deserved in the end. Liam means nothing to me now.”

It pained him to know that once again, Evelyn had been hurt by those who were meant to care for her. His unease should have found resolution, yet a simmering jealousy continued to gnaw at him.

“So, can the same be said about this so-called doctor?” he asked, his voice sharper than intended.