Chapter 15 For the next week , a thermal lunchbox appeared on Evelyn's desk every day without fail . It was a sleek , charcoal - gray , three - tier Japanese - style container . The top tier holds creamy oatmeal , slow - cooked to a thick consistency . The middle tier contains steamed sweet potatoes and butternut squash . The bottom tier features soft honey cake - all gentle , stomach - soothing foods . A note was stuck to the side , the ink pressed deep into the paper in firm strokes : [ Don't forget to eat . - Matthew ] " Ms. Winston , same delivery as usual ? " The receptionist peeked in with the lunchbox , her voice laced with envy and caution . " Mr. Roscente is really thoughtful ... ' Evelyn didn't look up from her design drafts . " You can have it . " 2 ) " R - really ? Is that okay ? " The receptionist blushed . " I heard it's from a Michelin chef hired by Roscente Group ... " A drop of ink bled onto the paper beneath Evelyn's pen . She finally glanced up , lips curved in polite indifference . " Or throw it out . " The box ended up in the office break room . Within minutes , Evelyn's coworkers - working late again - finished everything . One of them licked his lips . " This is amazing . But if even this didn't soften Evelyn's heart, Roscente must've done something seriously unforgivable . " No one noticed the crumpled note tossed into the trash . At 11 p.m. , Evelyn returned home from another late night . She rubbed her temples and inserted her key - but paused . Light seeped through the door gap . There were faint sounds from inside . Her body tensed . She stepped back , phone in hand . But as she pushed the door open , a familiar scent drifted out . Matthew was squatting in the living room , rubber gloves on , wiping down the coffee table . Chapter 15 11.90 % Startled , he looked up , damp bangs stuck to his forehead . His suit jacket was slung carelessly over the couch , shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows , revealing the toned lines of his forearms . " I saw you've been working late and probably don't have time to clean ... " he started . The cloth was still clutched in his hand . " I hired a professional team . They're coming tomorrow to do a full sanitization ... " " Get out , " Evelyn said from the doorway . She hadn't moved an inch . Her finger hovered over the emergency dial . " Now . " Matthew stood , flustered . He reached toward her . " I didn't mean anything by it . I just wanted to ... " " Hello , I'd like to report a break - in at Unit 203 , Building 7 , Havencrest Apartments , " Evelyn spoke calmly into the phone , eyes locked warily on him . " Yes . He's in my apartment right now . " The police arrived quickly . Two officers stopped Matthew at the doorway . He looked stunned . " I'm her husband . This is a family matter . " " Under Swiss civil law , entering a spouse's residence during separation without consent constitutes trespassing , " Evelyn said , pulling out a notarized prenup . She had highlighted the clause : " Marriage automatically terminates in case of infidelity . " " We are no longer married , " she added . The senior officer scanned the document and turned to Matthew . " Sir , your residency ID , please . " Matthew's face drained of color . He handed it over , then looked at Evelyn , his voice nearly pleading . " I just wanted to do something to make up for it ... You really didn't eat any of those meals ? " Evelyn turned away , voice flat with a hint of weariness . " All I know is you're disrupting my life . ' That sentence struck like a poisoned blade . Matthew swayed slightly . One of the officers gestured for him to step out . As they escorted him to the hallway , he stumbled , nearly falling to his knees . " Ms. Winston , would you like to file for a restraining order ? " the officer asked as he closed his notebook . " No need . " Evelyn paused with the door halfway shut . " He's just a stranger now . " Just as the elevator doors began to close , Matthew broke free from the officers . His eyes were red , his voice ragged and raw . Chapter 15 11.90 % " That Simon ... does he know you're allergic to milk ? That you get leg cramps in the middle of the night ? He doesn't know how to take care of you ! " But Evelyn didn't respond . She had already pressed the button to shut the doors . After being escorted back to his hotel suite by police , Matthew stared at the surveillance footage on his laptop . It was from the hidden camera he had just installed . On the screen , Evelyn curled up on the couch reading documents . Her hand rested on her stomach . A half - cup of cold coffee sat on the table . Matthew reached out , trying to touch the screen , but his fingers only met the cold surface . The whiskey cabinet was already missing two bottles . He took another long swig , then called his assistant . His voice was hoarse but sharp . " Speed up the acquisition . By tomorrow , I want a notice transferring Simon to the Africa project . "