It has been three days since Maxime Knight's funeral.
The past three days had been nothing less than a storm wrapped in chaos.
Ever since the media revealed Evelyn as Axel Knight's wife, the quiet rhythm of her life had exploded into noise, attention, and endless buzzing from every device she owned.
Her phone barely stopped ringing.
Alicia, Stella, relatives, and friends who still know her reached out to her by phone, social media, and email, as if she had just won the presidential election.
She tried to respond politely to everyone, though half of the time she ended up laughing in disbelief.
Plus, her work schedule doubled, and she still had deadlines.
Luckily, she managed everything from home, since going outside felt like volunteering in a lion's den.
A quick glance at the headlines was enough to remind her of the chaos waiting outside her front door.
Every journalist in the country wanted an interview.
