Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 177

Flora Fawkes barely registered a word Evangeline Whitmore was saying—she immediately forwarded the livestream to her brother, Soren.

“Soren, what’s going on? Why is Evangeline at UME?”

Soren was in the middle of a meeting when Flora’s message popped up.

He clicked on the livestream. It was UME’s product launch—already halfway through—and there, standing on stage, was Evangeline.

She wore her hair in a simple ponytail and a perfectly tailored light-blue suit. Her makeup was subtle, just as always, but under the stage lights, something about her felt entirely new.

For a moment, Soren just stared.

He’d never seen this side of her before.

Gone was the timid woman who always spoke to him so gently and quietly.

On the screen, she was confident, eloquent—radiant.

His breath caught in his throat.

A senior executive was preparing to present the quarterly results. He hesitated upon seeing the look on Soren’s face.

“Go on,” Soren said curtly, jerking his chin.

The report continued, but Soren’s attention remained on the livestream. After Evangeline finished her introduction, a robot glided onto the stage from behind the curtain.

The robot’s craftsmanship was impeccable; its movements were fluid, almost human. The comments section exploded with awe at how lifelike it was.

But Soren’s eyes were drawn to the sparkling diamond ring on her middle finger.

Was that the ring Glenn Carlisle gave her?

When they’d gotten married, Soren hadn’t wanted the marriage in the first place, so the thought of giving her a diamond ring never even crossed his mind.

Later, he’d considered making up for it, but it always felt awkward and unnecessary. The wedding was over, the paperwork was done—what was the point?

He’d never cared about such things. Yet, seeing her now, wearing a ring from another man, a sudden wave of irritation rose in his chest.

At that moment, others in the livestream noticed the ring too. Comments flashed across the screen:

“She’s wearing a diamond ring.”

One reporter persisted: “You’re dodging the question—is that an admission? Our sources say you and Glenn live in the same building, and that you’ve visited each other’s apartments late at night…”

Evangeline was well aware of the rumors circulating online, but she also knew that giving them oxygen would only make things worse.

People would always find a way to twist her words, no matter what she said.

She kept her voice steady. “No comment.”

“What does ‘no comment’ mean? Is it something you can’t talk about? So it’s all true, then?”

Other reporters joined in, their voices rising in a cacophony of accusation.

The barrage of questions grew louder and louder. For a split second, Evangeline was transported back to her mother’s funeral, to painful memories she’d tried to bury.

Her vision spun. The room seemed to close in around her.

Suddenly, her knees buckled—but a pair of strong, unyielding arms caught her before she could fall.

She turned, and found the robot standing beside her, its face expressionless as it looked down at her.