Chapter 16

Chapter 16:
She stepped into her new house, carrying the bags in one hand.
The space around her was still unfamiliar and empty. She looked around without any clear expression. Not happy. Not sad.
She changed out of the pastel dress and into something bolder—Valentino, sharp in the details. The canvas tote was set aside for a sleek Chanel chain bag. The wedge sandals came off with one soft kick, replaced by a pair of pointed Dior heels.
Gazing at her reflection, Millie muttered, “Welcome to your new beginning.”
But the mirror didn’t return her smile.
She tried, half-heartedly, to lift the corners of her lips, but it didn’t feel real. Not even enough to fool herself. Seven years.
She could still feel the ache.
And if the smile wouldn’t come, she wouldn’t force it.
With a long breath, she turned away from the mirror and began to get ready for the next day.
She had made up her mind to start over—and if that was truly what she wanted, she would do it properly.
Tomorrow, she would go to the hospital first. After that, she needed to finalize the music show arrangements.
Morning came faster than expected.
Millie drove to the hospital for her appointment. She had already booked everything in advance.
But just before she pulled into the parking lot, her phone buzzed. It was a call from Charles Evans.
He was the CEO of Evans Entertainment, the biggest name in Crobert’s music industry and a core part of the Evans empire, which stood on equal ground with the Watson Group.
As the third son of the Evans family, Charles was in charge of the entertainment division.
Millie’s songs were released by his company.
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After she married Brandon, he had asked her to look after his grandfather, Derek, whose health was beginning to fail. So she immediately stepped out of the spotlight.
Charles, who respected her talent, quietly encouraged her to keep writing songs and releasing them anonymously or under an alias. That way, she could stay connected to the industry without being seen and return whenever she was ready.
Millie had agreed to the arrangement and signed a confidentiality agreement with Evans Entertainment. They came up with an alias for her—Eva—and Charles had taken care of everything else himself. Only he knew that Eva was Millie.
At the time, Millie had been too caught up in the joy of being Brandon’s wife to think much of it.
Now, she was thankful that Charles had left the door open for her.
She pulled her car to the side of the road and picked up his call.
“Mr. Evans?” she said, surprised. This content belongs to.net
Their meeting wasn’t until later in the afternoon.
“Eva, can you come to the office now?” Charles asked gingerly.
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