99 BLOODY LASHES AND A BULLET TO HIS HEART

Book 3 - Evelyn & Martin Story

Author Irene Nobuyuki

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Chapter 1

“Miss Wells, the divorce agreement you asked me to draft has been sent. Got them?”

Evelyn took the document from the courier and responded with a soft, “Thank you,
Philip Lane.”

Evelyn turned and walked into the room, and not long after, the door opened behind
her.

“Evelyn,” a deep voice called out, drawing closer.

“Sorry, I’ve been swamped with work. Didn’t even check my phone.” Martin stepped in
front of her, his hand gently resting on her belly. “How’s the baby? Giving you
trouble?”

“Martin.”

Her tone made him pause. She never called him by his full name–except in moments of
frustration or pain.

Before he could think much further, she had already turned to the last page of the
divorce agreement, concealing the rest of the content, and handed it to Martin.

“You once promised me a gift when the baby arrived. I’ve decided what I want. Sign
here.”

Her voice was calm, and he didn’t hesitate as he took the document and quickly
signed his name at the bottom.

Evelyn blinked, surprised. “You didn’t even read it. What if I’m taking everything
you own?”

Martin just smiled indulgently and pinched her face. “What’s mine is yours, and
once the baby is born, it’ll be yours and the baby’s.”

She smiled faintly. Too bad, she thought, what I want is my freedom.

Before she could speak, his phone rang.

Although he picked it up quickly, Evelyn still caught sight of the glaring name on
his phone’s screen-

Stella.

“There’s something from the company, I need to take this call.”

His face remained casual as he put his phone away.

“By the way, you’ve called me so many times these past few days. Was there
something urgent?”

Her heart ached suddenly, but she shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Hearing her response, he didn’t ask further and continued into the study.

Evelyn stood there, clutching the signed papers, a bitter smile on her lips.

Nothing, really. Just a car accident. Just losing the baby.

Three years ago, she married the well–known and influential figure in their circle,
Martin.

That year, she was 20, and he was 30, and swayed by her parents‘ promises that he’d
take care of her.

After they got married, he truly treated her like a precious rose, just as her
parents had said.

He even personally put her shoes on, did her makeup, and was endlessly patient and
gentle with her–except at night. No matter how much she cried, he wouldn’t stop
until he had his way…

She’d fallen for him, hard. Until she found the photo in his wallet.

A woman who looked almost exactly like her.

That’s when she learned that, in his youth, he had an unforgettable first love.

After they broke up, Stella went abroad, but he, being too sentimental, could never
forget her.

So, he agreed to marry Evelyn out of all the high–society women, but only because
she resembled Stella.

The day she had the car accident and miscarried, she called him seventy–eight
times, but instead, he was watching the sunrise with Stella, who had just returned
to the country.

Evelyn was young, but she wasn’t stupid. If your heart belonged to someone else,
you had no business sharing it.

She glanced down at the signed divorce papers.

Martin, since you love her so much, I’ll set you free.

Chapter 2

She took out her phone and called the lawyer from earlier.

“Philip, the divorce agreement has been signed. When can I get the divorce
certificate?”

Philip sounded surprised but kept it professional. “The process will take about a
month.”

With that settled, Evelyn handed everything over to him. After hanging up, she set
a 30–day countdown on her phone.

That night, Martin stayed in the study.

The next day, when Evelyn walked out of her room, she saw him in a suit, ready to
leave.

When he saw her, his movement paused for a moment, then he returned to normal.

“I have some business today, so I won’t go with you to the prenatal check–up. Can
you go by yourself? I’ll bring you your favorite strawberry cake when I return.”

Prenatal check–up?

Evelyn sneered inwardly. The child was gone; what was there to check?

But she just nodded, saying nothing.

He didn’t leave right away, though. Instead, he pointed to his cheek.

She pretended not to understand, standing still. When she didn’t move, he finally
spoke.

“Goodbye kiss. Forgot already?”

It was a tradition they’d started during their honeymoon phase. Every time he left,
she’d kiss him goodbye.

But at that moment, she just shook her head. “Aren’t you in a hurry? Go ahead.”

“You’re getting less clingy as you grow up,” Martin chuckled, but didn’t insist on
the goodbye kiss. He just walked out

the door.

Not long after he was gone, Evelyn changed and headed out–not to the hospital, but
to a lecture by Steve Lloyd.

She’d heard he’d just returned to the country and was speaking at the university
today.

By the time she arrived, the lecture was wrapping up. Crowds streamed out of the
auditorium, their chatter filling‘

the air.

“Mr. Steve is amazing, right? So young and already won the Nobel Prize, his
research results are incredible!”

“Totally worth coming today.”

Evelyn moved against the flow, slipping into the auditorium.

A few stragglers lingered, clustered around the man of the hour–Steve,

She watched for a moment, but the crowd showed no signs of thinning. Just as she
turned to leave, a voice called out.

“Evelyn!”

She turned to see Steve pushing through the crowd, a wide grin on his face.

“Long time no see.”

She smiled back. “Steve. It’s been a while.”

They exchanged pleasantries, and then, hesitating, Evelyn got to the point.

“Steve, I want to join your research institute. Is that possible?”

His eyes lit up. “Of course!”

“Evelyn, you were the department’s prodigy back then. But your family thought it
was too hard, so they didn’t let you pursue research. If you hadn’t left back then,
that spot would have been yours, and the Nobel Prize would have been yours too.”

He paused, a hint of concern in his voice. “But the institute’s overseas. Will your
family be okay with that?”

Evelyn smiled faintly. “Back then, my parents thought girls shouldn’t work too
hard, so they married me off to a ‘reliable‘ man. But now… I’m getting a divorce.
It’s time I live the life I want.”

Steve’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and excitement. “When can you leave?”

“A month from now.”

He grinned. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Evelyn!”

Just as they were talking, a familiar voice called out from behind her. She turned,
and her heart sank.

It was him.

Chapter 3

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

His tone was calm, but Evelyn caught the flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

It surprised her. Since when did he care enough to be jealous? Weren’t his feelings
reserved for Stella?

“This is Steve, my senior from university,” Evelyn said, gesturing to Steve. Then,
with a slight pause, she added, “And this is Martin… my husband.”

The two men shook hands, their grips tight enough to leave faint red marks.

They quickly pulled away, hiding their hands behind their backs, but the tension
between them was palpable.

Evelyn ignored the odd atmosphere and waved at Steve. “I’ll head out now. See you,
Steve.”

As she walked awa

y with Martin, she didn’t notice the lingering sadness in Steve’s eyes.

Once they were out of earshot, Martin’s tone turned sharp.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been back to school. I was just in the mood to
visit,” Evelyn replied casually, avoiding his gaze.

“I thought you were busy today. What brought you here?”

They reached the car, and Evelyn instinctively moved toward the passenger seat.

But before she could open the door, the window rolled down, revealing a face she’d
only seen in photos.

Stella.

Martin’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “Ran into an old friend. We were just
catching up.”

Evelyn’s eyes dropped to the bag of snacks in his hand.

She remembered now–Martin had gone to this school too. And so had Stella. Were they
here to reminisce about their past?

“Hi, I’m Stella,” the woman said with a bright smile, waving at Evelyn.

“You must be Martin’s wife. You’re so young and pretty!”

Evelyn forced a smile and nodded.

When Stella made no move to get out of the car, Evelyn slid into the backseat
without a word.

Stella, emboldened by Evelyn’s silence, turned her attention back to Martin.

She held up a piece of date cake, her voice playful,

“Martin, this tastes just like it used to. Try somet”

Distracted by driving. Martin leaned over and took a bite, Stella giggled.

“You’re so clumsy! You bit my finger!”

Martin chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

But when his gaze met Evelyn’s in the rearview mirror, his smile faltered. He
quickly pushed Stella away,

“Evelyn, do you want some?”

“I don’t eat that,” Evelyn said flatly, looking away.

Stella, undeterred, launched into a story.

“You’re missing out! Back in school, Martin used to climb the walls just to buy
this for me.

He was such a good student, but he’d get scraped up every time. I told him to stop,
but he kept doing it because I loved it so much. Eventually, he got so good at
climbing, he never got hurt again.”

Her words dripped with nostalgia, each one a subtle jab at Evelyn.

She kept glancing at the rearview mirror, hoping to see Evelyn’s displeased
expression, eager to provoke a reaction.

But Evelyn just silently listened, saying nothing and not showing any emotions.

Finally, Stella smirked and said, “Your little wife is so well–behaved.”

Martin chuckled. “She is.”

The car soon pulled up to the Shelton family villa.

Evelyn got out without a word, but Martin stayed behind, his eyes lingering on
Stella.

CHAPTER 4

He rolled down the window. “Stella and I have a class reunion later. Since you’re
pregnant it’s Ber you segime

and rest.”

Evelyn didn’t argue or question him. She simply turned and walked into the villa.

By the time she glanced back, the car was already driving away.

She’d prepared herself for him not coming home that night. But in the dead of
night, her phone rang, joling hee awake.

The number was unfamiliar, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was.

Sure enough, Stella’s voice came through the line.

“Martin’s drunk. Come pick him up.”

Without waiting for a response, Stella hung up.

Evelyn sat on the bed, staring at the address Stella had sent. After a moment, she
got up, changed and left.

She wanted to see what Stella was playing at.

Fifteen minutes later, Evelyn arrived at the private room.

The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw them–Martín and Stella,
their faces close, sharing a hisin in some ridiculous game.

The room was filled with laughter and teasing as the biscuit grew shorter, their
lips nearly touching When the last crumb disappeared, neither pulled away.

Instead, Martin kissed her.

Stella pretended to shy away, but Martin, drunk and reckless, pulled her back,
deepening the kiss.

The room erupted in cheers, but Evelyn stood frozen outside, feeling like she was
seeing a stranger.

The man she knew was always calm, composed.

This wild, passionate side of him? She’d never seen it before.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Evelyn, what are you doing? Your husband’s in
there kissing another woman, and

you’re just standing here watching?

She turned to leave, but Stella suddenly appeared, blocking her path.

Her lips were smudged, her eyes glinting with triumph. “You saw everything, didn’t
you?”

Evelyn didn’t respond.

Stella smirked. “You should know, Martian’s always loved the Someone like und Hard
or all for a little get the you. He only married you because you look like me. Do
yourself a favor–read of the baby and leave. You fea want your child growing up
like you, waiting at home every day for a man who teatas do gontr

“Martin will divorce you and marry me eventually. If you don’t leave now, don’t cry
to your pets firm the dumps you.”

Evelyn finally spoke, her voice cold. “Does Martin know?”

Stella frowned, “What?”

“Does he know the woman he’s loved for years has two face?”

Without waiting for a reply, Evelyn pushed past her and walked into the rooms

The laughter died instantly as the helped Martin to his feet and led him out

He was completely wasted, muttering Stella’s name as she shoved him into the car.

She stared at his face, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Just wait a little longer,
Martin”
Soon, we’ll both be free.

The next morning, Martin woke up at home, confused. His head throbbed, and he had
no memory of the night before.

He turned to Evelyn, who was calmly applying skincare. “How did I get back?”

“I picked you up,” she said, her tone flat.

His face twisted with guilt. “Did I do anything stupid?”

She looked at him, her expression unreadable. “No.”

She finished applying her lipstick and stood to leave.

Martin grabbed her wrist. “Where are you going?”

“To meet Steve.”

His jaw tightened. “Stay away from him. The way he looks at you–it’s not right.”

Evelyn met his gaze head–on. “What’s wrong with it? Isn’t it the same way you look
at Stella?”

“Stella’s just a friend,” he said, his voice stiff.

“And Steve’s just my senior.”

Martin pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated. “Evelyn, I’m a man. I know what
he’s thinking”

He reached for the bedside drawer, trying to distract her. “Look, I got you a gift
while I was away. Let me give it to

you.”

As he pulled the drawer open, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

The divorce agreement.

CHAPTER 5

He bent down to pick up the document, but Evelyn was faster, snatching it off the
floor before he could.

Martin’s eyes followed her movements, landing on the file she clutched to her
chest. Realization dawned. “Is that the document you had me sign last time?”

Relieved he hadn’t seen the details, Evelyn nodded. He chuckled.

“Why are you so protective of it? I already told you, what’s mine is yours. I can
handle anything.”

She didn’t respond, afraid he’d dig deeper. Instead, she changed the subject. “You
said you bought me a gift. What is
it?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Martin pulled a key from the drawer and dangled it in
front of her.

When they arrived at the destination, it turned out to be a villa.

As they walked through the grand entrance, Martin explained,

“You always said the old house felt too stuffy, not like a home. So I bought this
one, decorated it exactly how you’d

like.”

In the back garden, a sea of purple orchids caught Evelyn’s eye. Martin’s voice
softened. “You said you loved orchids, so I had these planted just for you.”

He led her further inside, stopping at the nursery next to the master bedroom. The
room was filled with baby furniture, tiny clothes, and toys.

Martin wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice warm with affection.

“When the baby’s born, they’ll stay here. Close enough, but not too close to
disturb us.”

“What should we name them? You’re my Evelyn, and I adore you. How about Lovelyn?”

Evelyn stayed silent, tears streaming down her face.

Martin noticed and gently wiped them away, amused.

“Why are you so emotional?”

She let him dry her tears but didn’t answer. Only she knew–her tears weren’t from
joy.

Just then, a familiar voice called out from the doorway.

“Martin, Evelyn! What a coincidence!”

Stella walked in, her smile bright as she zeroed in on Martin.

“I was eyeing this villa, but the agent said it was sold. So it was you two!
Martin, I just got back and need a place to stay. Could you let me have this one?”

Her tone was sweet, but her eyes were sharp, already claiming victory.

Martin’s usual composure faltered. He glanced at Evelyn, his expression darkening

If it were any other villa, he’d have agreed without a second thought. But this
one–he’d just promised it to Evelyn.

“I know it’s asking a lot, but I really love this place. And I’m in a hurry–it’s
hard to find something like this.”

“Martin, just let me have it this once!”

Her voice was laced with a plea, and Martin hesitated. Finally, he nodded and
turned to Evelyn.

“Evelyn, the baby’s not here yet. Let’s give this one to Stella. I’ll buy you
another just like it.”

Evelyn smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

It didn’t matter what she said–Martin had already made his choice.

As for the baby…

The baby was gone, and he still didn’t know.

To show her gratitude, Stella invited them to dinner. But as soon as the food
arrived, Martin’s phone rang.

He gestured to Evelyn, then stood. “You eat first. I need to take this.”

Evelyn just wanted a quiet meal, but Stella had other plans.

CHAPTER 6

Stella smirked, watching Evelyn eat in silence. “See? Even though he gave this to
you, if I want it, he’ll still hand it

over.”

She leaned in, her voice dripping with mockery. “Little girl, why are you still
clinging to him? If you’re smart, you’d get rid of the baby and leave now. At least
you’ll keep some dignity. If you wait until Martin throws you out, you’ll be the
laughingstock of the entire circle.”

Evelyn frowned, her patience wearing thin. She couldn’t understand how someone
could be so shameless, flaunting their obsession with a married man right in front
of his wife.

“Are you done?” Evelyn finally looked up, her reaction not what Stella had
expected.

No tears, no anger–just cold indifference.

Stella’s smile faltered, but before she could retort, her eyes flicked to the side.

In an instant, her expression shifted. She grabbed the bowl of scalding soup and
poured it over herself.

“Ah!”

Her scream echoed through the room. Martin rushed over, catching Stella as she
collapsed into his arms.

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. “Martin, don’t blame Evelyn.
You gave her the house, so it’s natural she’s upset with me.”

Her voice trembled with fake restraint, and Martin’s face softened with concern.

Evelyn stood, her voice steady. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”
“Evelyn, even if you’re upset, you can’t hurt someone!” Martin’s voice was sharp,
his eyes filled with disbelief.

Without another word, he scooped Stella into his arms and rushed out, leaving
Evelyn behind.

She didn’t follow. Instead, she went home alone.

When Martin returned late that night, his face was cold. “Stella has severe burns.
You need to apologize.”

Evelyn shook her head. “I didn’t do it. I won’t apologize.”

Martin pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration clear. “You’re being childish.
Stella’s my friend-”

Friend? Evelyn almost laughed. Was that what they were calling it now?

“If you don’t believe me, check the surveillance footage,” she said flatly.

Martin dismissed her suggestion, grabbing her arm. “Enough. You’re coming with me
to apologize.”

Evelyn struggled, trying to break free. In the chaos, Martin let go, and she
stumbled backward.

“bang!”

Her head hit the edge of the table with a sickening crack. Blood poured down her
face, staining her vision red.

“Evelyn!”

Martin’s voice was panicked as he scooped her up and rushed to the hospital.

The wound required over a dozen stitches. When the doctor finished, Martin finally
exhaled, guilt flickering in his

eyes.

“Evelyn, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. If you don’t want to apologize, you don’t have
to. I’ll handle everything.”

Evelyn stayed silent, her face blank. Inside, her heart was breaking.

Even now, he thought she was just being stubborn. He hadn’t even considered
checking the footage. His trust in Stella was absolute.

Because he loved her.

The doctor returned, giving instructions for her care.

Martin listened intently, then asked, “What about the baby? Is everything okay?”
Chapter 7

The doctor paused, flipping through the medical records again. “What baby? Miss
Wells isn’t pregnant-”
Before he could finish, Martin’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and answered
without hesitation.

Whatever was said on the other end made his expression shift. Without a word, he
turned and rushed out of the

room.

Evelyn watched him go, her heart sinking.

Martin, you just missed your last chance to know the truth.

For the next few days, Martin didn’t return. Instead, Stella bombarded Evelyn with
messages.

Day one: Martin read me a bedtime story.

Day two: He fed me soup, blowing on it so it wouldn’t burn me.

Day three: He dried my hair himself.

Meanwhile, Evelyn, with fifteen stitches on her forehead, didn’t even get a glance
from him.

When she was finally discharged, Martin showed up.

After handling the paperwork, he led her to the car. But the passenger seat was
already taken.

Stella sat there, the window rolled down.

Evelyn didn’t want to share the car with her and turned to hail a taxi. But then
Stella waved, and the pendant around her neck caught Evelyn’s eye.

She froze.

It was the peace pendant her mother had given her–the one she’d worn for over a
decade.

She’d given it to Martin on their wedding day, her voice trembling with hope.

“This pendant will keep you safe, so you can take care of me forever.”

Now, it hung around Stella’s neck.

“Why does she have that?” Evelyn pointed at the pendant, her eyes locked on Martin.

He followed her gaze, his expression tightening as he remembered.

Stella stepped in, her tone sweet. “Don’t be mad, Evelyn. Martin wanted to make it
up to me, and I liked the pendant, so he gave it to me.”

Evelyn felt the last of her strength drain away.

“Give it to her.” she said quietly. “Give her everything.”

The villa, the pendant, even you–I’m letting it all go.

Martin drove Evelyn home first. As she got out, he said, “Wait for me. I’ll take
Stella back.”

Evelyn didn’t respond, just walked into the villa.

The car drove off, and she didn’t look back.

Inside, she began sorting through her things–throwing some away, donating others.

As she worked, she realized how much they’d shared in just three years.

Most of her jewelry had been gifts from him–bracelets, necklaces, hairpins. She
packed them all into a box.

Then her eyes landed on the dreamcatcher above the bed.

Martin had made it for her during their first year of marriage.

Back then, she’d been struggling with anxiety, haunted by nightmares.

He’d tried everything to help her sleep, finally crafting the dreamcatcher himself.

“This will keep the nightmares away,” he’d said.

And it had worked–or maybe it was just his love that had calmed her.

Now, she took it down and tossed it into the box.

CHAPTER 8

While sorting through her clothes, Evelyn found a photo album. Flipping through it,
she saw snapshots of their life together.

There was a picture from his first birthday with her–his face smeared with cream,
his eyes filled with adoration as

he looked at her.

But now, she wondered–was that adoration for her, or for the woman she resembled?

Evelyn couldn’t bear to look further. She tossed the album into the box.

She cleared out everything tied to her–clothes, jewelry, even the dreamcatcher.

The last item was her wedding ring.

She remembered the day he’d slipped it onto her finger, promising to be faithful
forever.

Now, she wasn’t sure if that promise had ever been meant for her.

By the time she finished, the house felt emptier. Martin returned late, glancing
around with a frown.

“Did you throw a lot of stuff out? It feels… different.”

“Just a deep clean,” Evelyn said calmly. “Got rid of what didn’t belong.”

Including me.
Martin didn’t question it. He knelt by her, pressing his ear to her stomach.

“Why haven’t I heard the baby’s heartbeat lately?”

Evelyn smiled faintly but said nothing.

How could he? The baby had been gone for over a month.

Martin didn’t notice. He stood, pulling her into a hug.

“Evelyn, there’s nothing between me and Stella. I gave her the villa because she
needed a place to stay. The pendant–I’ll get it back, and I’ll get her a
replacement.”

He spoke softly, thinking she was still upset. “It’s been a while since I’ve tucked
you in. Let me tuck you and the baby in tonight, okay?”

She didn’t resist as he led her to the bedroom.

But as they stepped inside, his phone buzzed.

He glanced at it, then hurried to the door.

“Something came up at work. You sleep first. I’ll be back soon.”

Evelyn nodded, watching him leave.

As she lay down, her phone lit up. A message from Stella–a screenshot of their
chat.

Stella: I found some old love letters. Want to see them? If not, I’ll burn them.

Martin: Don’t burn them. Wait for me.

Martin didn’t return for two days. No calls, no explanations.

Evelyn didn’t care anymore.

On the final day of the divorce cooling–off period, she called her lawyer.

“It’s been a month. Are the papers ready?”

“Yes, you can get the divorce certificate today,” Philip said, his voice warm.
“Congratulations, Evelyn. You’re free.”

“Thank you.”

For the first time in weeks, she smiled.

Her phone rang again–Steve.

Martin’s warning echoed in her mind: Stay away from him. I know what men want.

But she answered anyway.

“Steve.”
She wouldn’t let Martin control her life–not anymore.

“Evelyn, it’s been a month. Are you ready to leave?”

“I can go today,” she said, her voice light with relief.

“OK. I’ll wait for you.”

She hung up, changed, and headed for the door.

But as she reached it, Martin walked in.

He froze, seeing her smile.

“You look happy. Where are you going?”

Then it hit him. “Oh,Are you going to the hospital for an ultrasound? I’ll go with
you.”

Before she could explain, he was ushering her to the car.

As he started the engine, Evelyn opened her mouth to tell him the truth.

But his phone rang, cutting her off.

Chapter 9

The caller: Stella.

Martin’s expression tightened. He stepped out of the car to take the call.

Evelyn sat quietly, watching him talk with his back turned. When he returned, his
voice was soft.

“Evelyn, something came up. I’ll be back soon. You go ahead and get the report.
Bring it back, okay?”

His tone was gentle, like he was soothing a child.

She didn’t argue, just nodded and got out of the car, watching him drive away.

She hailed a taxi–not to the hospital, but to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Half an hour later, she returned to the villa with two fresh divorce certificates.

She left Martin’s on the living room table and sent him a text.

“I picked up the things. It’s on the table.”

He replied quickly, his tone warm.

“Wait for me. Let’s check on the baby together.”

Evelyn smiled bitterly. She didn’t explain. Instead, she took out her SIM card,
snapped it in half, and tossed it in the

trash.

Her bags were already packed. She grabbed her suitcase and walked out of the villa,
pausing for one last look.

“Martin, we’re both free now.”

“Goodbye.”

She turned and left, never looking back.

At the airport, Steve was waiting. He waved her over with a grin.

“Evelyn! Over here!”

She hurried to him. “Did you wait long?”

“Not at all.” He took her luggage, his voice softening. “Are you sure about this?”

She pulled out the divorce certificate and nodded firmly. “I’m sure. No regrets.”

“Then let’s go.”

They walked side by side, neither falling behind.

Martin returned home that night to a dark, silent villa.

“Evelyn?”

No answer.

He turned on the lights, the emptiness unsettling him. He muttered about taking her
shopping soon to fill the space.

Remembering her text, he went to the living room. The table held no ultrasound–just
a dark red booklet.

He picked it up, his heart sinking as he read the words: Divorce Certificate.

“Playing tricks again, trying to scare me with things like this. But it looks
pretty real,” he muttered, though his hand trembled.

He rushed upstairs, stopping at the bedroom door. His heart pounded as he

hesitated.

What if she’s gone?

But how could she leave? She’d married him at 20, carried his child at 23. How
could she suddenly leave him like

this?

And he’d never signed any papers or been involved in any divorce proceedings. This
had to be fake.
He pushed the door open.

The room was spotless–and empty.

The divorce certificate fell from his hand as he stumbled to the wardrobe. His
fingers fumbled, but he finally yanked it open.

Only his clothes remained. Hers were gone.

A chill swept through him. He reached for his phone, his hands shaking so badly he
could barely dial.

The call connected, but instead of Evelyn’s voice, he heard a cold automated
message:

“The number you have dialed is not in service…”

He picked up the divorce certificate, flipping it open. The stamped photo and
registration number were unmistakable.

It was real.

And she was gone.

CHAPTER 10

Martin searched the villa, but apart from the divorce certificate, Evelyn had left
nothing behind–not even her half

of their wedding photo.

He couldn’t understand why she’d left so suddenly.

Thinking back, he realized the change had started a month ago–after she’d called
him countless times, and he’d ignored every one.

He remembered the day she’d asked him to sign some papers. Later, when those papers
fell from the drawer, she’d snatched them up quickly.

It hit him then–those were the divorce papers.

“You didn’t even look at the document. Aren’t you afraid I could bankrupt you?”

Her words echoed in his mind. What had he been thinking at the time?

He’d been guilty. After all, he’d been with Stella during those days he’d been
“busy.”

So he’d said, “What’s mine is yours. When the baby’s born, it’ll be yours and
ours.”

But Martin knew Evelyn wasn’t that kind of person. At most, she’d ask for a few
expensive gifts. She’d never bankrupt him.

He’d been right–and wrong.

His wealth?

intact. The only thing missing was Evelyn.

Evelyn never expected Martin to find her.

Since outsiders weren’t allowed in the lab, he’d come as a sponsor.

When he arrived, she was deep in discussion with Steve, trying to solve a problem.

Her teacher nudged her, and she looked up to see Martin standing there, his
expression grim.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly reminded herself–they were done.

“He wants to see you,” her teacher said. “I didn’t want to agree, but he offered
fifty million upfront. Said he’d keep funding us if needed.”

“Evelyn, he’s spending a fortune just to talk to you. Maybe hear him out?”

Reluctantly, Evelyn took off her gloves and walked out.

Seeing Martin again, she realized how much he’d aged.

Unshaven, dark circles under his eyes–in just two months, he looked ten years
older.

She stood silently, refusing to even greet him.

His gaze dropped to her flat stomach.

“You don’t even want our child? You’re just going to leave me like this, without
giving me a chance?”

His voice cracked, but his confusion was genuine.

“I thought divorce would be a win–win for both of us.”

Her tone was calm, like she was discussing dinner plans.

“How is this a win–win?” he asked, desperate. “Evelyn, I know I neglected you, but
I’ll change. Please, don’t leave

me.”

She looked at his red–rimmed eyes, her heart twisting.

once thought he loved her. But after three years, he still couldn’t let go of his
first love. He’d even married her because she looked like Stella.

That’s why he’d always found excuses to leave–to run off to the New York, to watch
sunrises with Stella.

He’d ignored her calls, never knowing she’d been in a car accident, never knowing
she’d lost their baby.

And now, he thought she was the one who’d given up on their child.

Chapter 11
“Martin, do you know? Three months ago, I almost died in a car accident. We lost
our child.”

Evelyn’s voice was calm, but Martin felt like the ground had been ripped out from
under him.

He reached for her, but she stepped back, her eyes cold.

“I didn’t know… Evelyn, I swear I didn’t know…”

She laughed, cutting him off.

“Of course you didn’t. That day, I called you over and over. You said you were too
busy to answer, but I know the truth–you were with her, watching the sunrise.”

She pulled out her phone, showing him the post Stella had made–the one she’d seen
after waking up from surgery.

“Martin, do you need me to remind you of all the times you chose her over me? The
lies, the excuses, the way you

kissed her that night when you were drunk?”

Her voice was steady, but every word cut deeper.

“Even I know you have to let go of the past before starting something new. You’re
thirty, Martin, not thirteen. Why don’t you get that?”

He stood there, his face pale, as she listed every betrayal.

“I was wrong,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, give me another chance.
I’ll never leave you again.”

Evelyn shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you? You married me because I looked
like her. Now she’s back, and you’re free. Why do

you even care if I forgive you? We’re divorced, aren’t you finally getting what you
wanted, to be

with her?”

“No!” He grabbed her hand, desperate. “I don’t love her. I never wanted to leave
you.”

But his words rang hollow.

She pulled her hand away, her smile polite but distant.

“Thank you for Shelton Corporation’s support. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

She turned and walked back to the lab, where Steve was waiting.

Martin watched them, his heart twisting.

Why did she leave me? Is it because of him?

He glanced at his reflection in the window–tired, worn, ten years older than her.

And Steve? Young, handsome, passionate about the same things she was

For the first time, Martin felt something he’d never known before–insecurity.

When Evelyn and Steve left the lab, Martin was gone.

“What do you feel like eating?” Steve asked as they walked out.

Evelyn shrugged. “I don’t know. Whatever’s quick”

Steve frowned. “You can’t keep skipping meals. How about this? The experiment’s
wrapped up for today. Let’s go buy some ingredients. I’ll cook for you today.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You can cook?”

“I didn’t know how at first, but after being in France for a while, my cooking
skills have improved quite a bit,” he

said with a grin.

Evelyn smiled. “Alright then, Chef Llord. Show me what you’ve got.”
Chapter 12

As Evelyn and Steve walked away, deep in conversation, they didn’t notice Martin
standing not far behind, his eyes filled with despair.

He smiled bitterly and turned in the opposite direction.

Three days later, Evelyn was deep in her experiment when her professor walked in
with an announcement.

“Starting today, the lab will provide free meals, with a variety of choice!”

Amid the cheers, Evelyn lowered her gaze, lost in thought.

This must be Martin’s doing.

She doubted he’d noticed her food preferences during their brief conversation, but
after she’d agreed to go to Steve’s place, free meals suddenly appeared.

She shook her head, pushing the thought aside.

Well, free food is free food.

Back in America, Stella’s home.

This was the first time Martin had visited her since her return.

She greeted him with a bright smile, thrilled to see him.

Things had been going well for her lately. She was back with the man she loved, and
though he’d been married, her efforts had paid off–he was finally divorced.
Good riddance to Evelyn, she thought.

Evelyn acted so tough, but in the end, she couldn’t handle it.

Sure, Martin had been upset at first, but Stella had always believed it was just a
matter of time.

And here he was.

“Martin, what brings you here?” she asked, still smiling.

But her smile faded as she saw his cold, expressionless face. A chill ran down her
spine.

He walked past her without a word, sitting down on the sofa.

This villa had once been a gift for Evelyn.

Later, Stella mentioned that she liked it and had nowhere else to go, he
transferred the villa to her.

But now, all his past affection for her had turned to resentment.

“Why?” he asked, his voice icy.

Stella blinked, confused. “What do you mean, why?”

His next words made her blood run cold.

“Why did you send those things to Evelyn? Why did you lie? Why did you frame her?”

Two months had passed since that day, but Martin had finally uncovered the truth.

He’d remembered Evelyn’s words: “I didn’t pour anything on Stella. Check the
surveillance footage if you don’t

believe me.”

So he did.

The footage had been overwritten, but he’d hired experts to restore it.

What he saw was a slap in the face.

The video showed Stella smirking, talking nonstop after he’d left to take a call.
Then, as he returned, she’d grabbed the scalding soup and poured it on herself.

How could I have been so blind?

He’d forced Evelyn to apologize, causing her to hit her head and need fifteen
stitches.

And what had he de’d left her alone in the hospital, too busy comforting Stella.

Even when Evelyn was discharged, he’d let Stella sit in the passenger seat and
given her the pendant Evelyn had gifted him.
How much pain had she been in?

Now, Stella stood before him, trying to play dumb.

“What are you talking about, Martin? I don’t understand.”CHAPTER 13

Stella sat down beside him, carefully watching his expression. She reached for his
sleeve, just like she always had.

Every time, as long as she acted spoiled, he would let go of everything.

After all, he loved her, didn’t he?

But this time, her plan failed.

“Stella, this is your last chance,” he said coldly. “If I didn’t have proof, I
wouldn’t be here.”

She flinched, her throat tightening. Desperate, she leaned in again, pouting.

“But Martin, you were going to divorce her anyway. I just sped things up. I know I
was wrong–don’t be mad at me~”

Her voice was sweet, her usual tactic. But this time, it didn’t work.

“Who said I was getting divorced? Stop making decisions for me!”

He shoved her away, his breathing heavy. Stella stumbled back, falling to the
ground.

“Ah!”

Martin stood, ready to leave. Seeing he wouldn’t stay, Stella’s tears finally
spilled over.

“If you’re not divorcing her, why did you come to me?”

He paused but didn’t turn back.

“Stella, I only see you as a friend. You misunderstood.”

She laughed, a bitter, hollow sound.

“Friend? Don’t lie to yourself, Martin. Who travels across the world to watch
sunrises with a friend? Who abandons his wife over and over for a friend? Who would
neglect his wife’s injuries to care for a friend? Who gives away his wife’s gifts
to a friend?”

Her voice rose, sharp and accusing.

“stop lying to others and don’t even try to lie to yourself! Even if I hadn’t done
anything, Evelyn would’ve left you. I just sped it up!”

Martin’s face paled with each word. Finally, he snapped.

He walked back and slapped her–hard.

The sound echoed in the room. Stella’s head snapped to the side, a red mark
blooming on her cheek.

She turned back, her eyes blazing.

“Even if I reached out, you didn’t refuse. You say I’m just a friend, but who
kisses their friend? Don’t act like you’re

innocent.”

Martin’s jaw tightened. He wanted to argue, but instead, he turned away.

“Let’s end this farce, Stella.”

He walked out, leaving her alone.

Stella collapsed on the couch, tears streaming down her face.

She’d never expected this to be their end.

But she wasn’t ready to let go.

“Martin,” she whispered, wiping her tears. “I won’t give up that easily.”
Chapter 14

Meanwhile, in the VIP room of the city’s most exclusive club, Martin sat slumped on
the couch, downing drink after drink.

His friends watched him, concerned.

“Bro, it’s just a divorce. Plenty of women out there would kill to marry you. Why
mope over one?”

“Yeah, what about Stella? Weren’t you two getting close? Marry her and show Evelyn
what she’s missing.”

The advice kept coming, but Martin barely heard it.

No matter how many women he met, none of them were Evelyn.

He couldn’t deny it–he’d married Evelyn because she looked like Stella. But over
time, he’d fallen for her.

The problem was, he hadn’t realized it until it was too late.

When Stella came back, he’d been blinded by old regrets. He’d lied to Evelyn,
claiming work kept him away, while he flew to Switzerland to see Stella.

And when Evelyn needed him most–after the accident, after losing their child–he’d
ignored her calls to watch the

sunrise with Stella.

“Evelyn… I was wrong. Please forgive me…”

In his drunken haze, he thought he saw her.

“Is that you, Evelyn?”

The figure smiled softly, reaching out. “It’s me, Martin. Let’s go home.”

Go home?

Right, he was going home with Evelyn.

He stumbled to his feet, tripping over himself as he tried to walk.

His friends finally got him into a car, waving to Stella. “Take care of him, will
you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Martin gets home safely.”

She nodded, soothing the restless Martin.

In the car, he frowned, his lips brushing her neck.

“Evelyn, why are you calling me Martin? You used to call me ‘Uncle.“”

Stella’s eyes darkened, but she kept her voice soft. “We’ll talk at home, okay?”

Satisfied, Martin leaned against her and passed out.

Five months later, in France, Evelyn heard the news.

Martin had married his first love, Stella, after she got pregnant. But on the
wedding day, he’d run off, leaving Stella to deal with the fallout.

Steve glanced at Evelyn, but her face was blank.

“Why are you looking at me?” she asked.

He scratched his head, grinning. “Thought you’d be upset.”

“Upset? Why would I be upset?”

Steve just laughed, not answering.

Evelyn shrugged, turning back to her data.

“Martin and I are over. What he does now has nothing to do with me.”

The lab fell silent. Evelyn looked up to see everyone staring behind her.

Martin stood in the doorway, still wearing his groom’s boutonniere.

He’d heard her.

Evelyn didn’t flinch.

“Mr. Shelton, you’re our biggest investor, but you shouldn’t stay too long. It
might disrupt the experiments.”
Her tone was cold, her eyes avoiding his.

Martin’s heart–ached, but he spoke before she could dismiss him.

“Evelyn, can we talk? Alone.”

She hesitated, then followed him out.

The reason was simple: seeing the group of people in the lab gossiping, she felt
that if this stalemate continued, they might be able to come up with a news story
of their own.CHAPTER 15

Evelyn had no doubt about her colleagues‘ abilities.

So, as soon as she stepped out of the lab, she closed the door, shutting out the
prying eyes inside.

“Alright, what brings you all the way here this time?”

She looked at Martin like he was an acquaintance–nothing more.

Does he just love traveling abroad?

When Stella was overseas, he’d used work as an excuse to fly out constantly.

Now that Stella was back and Evelyn was abroad, he was still jet–setting.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice.

“Evelyn…”

She cut him off. “Mr. Shelton, we’re divorced. Let’s keep it formal. Call me Miss
Wells.”

Her tone was polite but distant, building a wall between them. Once, he’d been on
the inside. Now, he was firmly on the outside.

Martin grimaced. He didn’t want to call her “Miss Wells,” but he couldn’t risk
angering her.

“I didn’t want to marry her,” he said, skipping the title altogether.

“The child happened because she took advantage of me when I was drunk. Evelyn… I
stopped loving her a long time ago. I was just too stubborn to admit it. Can you
forgive me? I know I was wrong. Please don’t leave me.”

His voice cracked, but Evelyn remained unmoved.

She shook her head. “You say your feelings for Stella were just regret, but how do
I know your feelings for me aren’t just because I left first?”

“Mr. Shelton, no one stays in the same place forever. We should both look forward
now. I’ve already moved forward. So have you.”

Martin shook his head desperately. “No, Evelyn. My feelings for you are real. I
love you.”

“When I separated from Stella, I had regrets, and I was sad. But honestly, she
didn’t have such a deep impact on me. I admit I chose you partly because of her,
but everything that happened between us was real. My feelings for you

are real!”

He thought his words would make her hesitate, but her gaze only hardened.

“If your feelings were real, but you still chose to betray me, then your love is
worthless.”

“And I deserve better.”

With that, she turned and walked back into the lab, leaving Martin standing there,
his eyes red.

He’d never expected this.

How could she leave so easily, without giving him a chance?

They’d been happy once. They’d had a child. They’d been so close to a perfect life.

Now, it was all gone.

Through the window, Evelyn saw Martin standing there, his head bowed, radiating
despair.

He really does look heartbroken.

A voice broke her thoughts.

“Do you feel sorry for him?”

She turned to see Steve, his expression unreadable.

Before she could answer, he spoke again.

“Evelyn, can you… stop loving him?”

CHAPTER 16

Steve’s heart raced, fearing her next words would be a rejection.

Even though she was divorced, he still couldn’t muster the courage to confess.

Instead, he settled for a cautious plea: Don’t look back.

Evelyn didn’t answer. Instead, she asked, “Why do you think I would?”

Steve lowered his head, his voice muffled. “You were married for three years. Now
he’s begging you. Most women would soften.”

Evelyn nodded thoughtfully, and his heart clenched.

But then she shook her head. “No. It’s over. No amount of regret can change what he
did. The hurt won’t just disappear.”

“Steve, people have to move forward, don’t they?”

Her gaze returned to the data, calm and focused.

Beside her, Steve relaxed, his mood lifting.

She didn’t understand why his mood had changed so quickly, but she was grateful
that she could still do whatever she wanted without any worries.

“Steve, thank you,” she said softly.

He blinked, confused.

She patted his shoulder. “Don’t space out. We’re behind schedule. Let’s speed
things up.”

Steve nodded, clearing his throat.

Later, her gentle voice broke the silence. “Evelyn, you should thank yourself, not
me. You never gave up.”

When Martin returned to the country, he met Evelyn’s parents, who had to travel
frequently for work, moving between domestic and international locations.

Their expressions were cold.

“We heard you and Evelyn divorced. What happened?”

Martin offered them tea, but they ignored it, cutting straight to the point.

When they’d chosen Martin as their son–in–law, it was because he seemed reliable.

He was older, but there were no rumors of affairs, and he’d pursued Evelyn with
sincerity.

They had even witnessed the joy in his eyes when Evelyn discovered she was
pregnant.

So when they next heard news of him, it was the shocking report that he had run
away on their wedding day.

Evelyn’s mother had thought it was a mistake at first. Another wedding? With
Evelyn? But no–it was with Stella.

It was then that they realized Evelyn and Martin had divorced.

They’d tried calling Evelyn, but her number was disconnected.

CHAPTER 17

Most of Evelyn’s friends were from her school days, but after marrying right after
graduation, she’d lost touch with

them.

Her parents, who’d always kept her from socializing, didn’t have their contact info
either.
So when Evelyn changed her number and moved after divorce, her parents had no way
to find her.

They rushed back to the country and tracked down Martin.

But when they asked him about Evelyn, he just turned red–eyed, muttering apologies.

Evelyn’s parents grew uneasy.

“What’s going on? Did something happen to Evelyn?”

Martin quickly explained everything, and their faces darkened as they listened.

When he finished, Evelyn’s father slapped him–hard.

Martin didn’t react, just stood there in silence.

“Where is she now?” her father demanded.

Martin told them, and they finally understood why Evelyn hadn’t contacted them.

Evelyn’s parents didn’t waste time. They booked the earliest flight to France and
headed straight to the airport.

Fourteen hours later, they arrived late at night and checked into a hotel near the
lab.

When Evelyn saw her exhausted parents, her eyes welled up. After a long hug, her
mother scolded her.

“Running off to France without a word, changing your number, and not even telling
us? You think you’re all grown up now, huh? If we hadn’t come looking, how long
were you planning to hide this?”

Evelyn glanced at her father, who wore the same disapproving look. She lowered her
head, guilt creeping in.

She hadn’t discussed her decision to follow Steve abroad with anyone, not even her
parents.

She knew they loved her, but she feared they’d insist she settle down with a
“reliable man” instead of pursuing her

dreams.

“Dad, Mom,” she said quietly, “I don’t want to get married again. I want to finish
what I started.”

Her father sighed. “Fine. If it’s what you love, go for it. Just take care of
yourself, okay?”

Her mother stroked her hair. “We won’t stop you this time. But promise us you’ll
look after yourself.”

Evelyn smiled. “I will.”

When they talked, they saw Steve had approached.

“Who is this?” Her parents asked.

“Mom, Dad, this is my Steve from school. He’s now my colleague in the lab, Steve.”

After introducing Steve, she was about to introduce her parents when Steve
stretched out his hand first. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Wells.”

After shaking hands with both of them, Steve didn’t interrupt the family reunion
and headed into the lab.

Then, her mother asked, “How old is he? Does he have a girlfriend?”

Evelyn blinked. “He’s 26, single. Why do you ask?”

Her mother’s smile widened. “What do you think of him? How does he treat you?”

Evelyn hesitated, then said, “He’s really nice. He takes care of me. I wouldn’t be
back in the lab without him.”

Her mother patted her shoulder. “Then you’d better get along well with him.”

CHAPTER 18

The conversation ended with Evelyn’s mother’s cryptic remark. Soon after, her
parents got word they needed to fly to another country.

They refused Evelyn’s offer to take them to the airport, telling her to focus on
her work.

She watched them leave, a pang of sadness in her chest.

It was always like this. Her parents were always busy, constantly traveling. Every
reunion was brief, followed by another departure.

When she returned to the lab, her mood still hadn’t lifted. As she sat down, a
candy appeared in front of her.

She looked up to see Steve.

She took the candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. The sweet
strawberry flavor chased away her gloom.

Reunions were temporary, and so were goodbyes.

Every departure was for the sake of the next reunion.

Her parents loved her, and no matter how busy they were, they always made time for
her–whether it was an hour, a day, or a week.

She glanced at Steve, her eyes sparkling like a galaxy.

“Thanks for the candy,” she said.

Her voice snapped him out of his daze. He blushed and looked away.

“It’s nothing. As long as you like it.”

Though he’d turned his head, Evelyn noticed his red ears. She didn’t ask, just
blushed slightly herself.

It’s just a candy. Why’s he so flustered?

The experiment progressed smoothly, and when the paper was published, it caused a
stir online.

That evening, Professor Chambers, beaming with pride, announced he’d booked a
private room at a restaurant to

celebrate.

No one refused.

At the restaurant, as the dishes were served, Professor Chambers raised his glass.

“Let’s toast to Steve and Evelyn, our star contributors!”

The room erupted in cheers, and all eyes turned to the two of them.

That’s when everyone noticed Steve quietly picking onions out of Evelyn’s dish.

The teasing grew louder.

“I always thought something was up with you two! Always coming and going together,
whispering during experiments. Spill it–how far have you gotten?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it too! Steve even draped his coat over Evelyn when she fell
asleep at her desk. So careful, like she’s

some treasure!”

Steve’s face turned bright red. He waved them off, scowling.

“Just eat your food!”

But the teasing didn’t stop.

A guy next to Steve smirked. “Looks like you haven’t made any progress, Bro. Step
it up!”

CHAPTER 19

“Stop talking nonsense,” Steve said, clamping a hand over the guy’s mouth.

He turned to Evelyn with a forced smile. “Don’t listen to him. He just likes to
talk nonsense.”

Evelyn nodded, feeling a bit self–conscious under everyone’s gaze.

This was her first gathering since returning to the lab, and she’d never seen her
colleagues so lively.

The guy, nicknamed Stone, was Tyler Gray–Steve’s close friend since their school
days.

“Wrong, bro! Let go of me!” Tyler mumbled, squirming under Steve’s grip.

But Steve didn’t budge.

Tyler’s eyes lit up with mischief. He made a “pfft” sound, and Steve immediately
recoiled, wiping his hand with a napkin.

The room erupted in laughter.

“Stone, playing dirty now that you can’t win?” someone teased.

Tyler smirked. “It’s not dirty. It’s psychological warfare!”

After dinner, someone suggested they continue the night at a bar.

In France, KTVs were rare, and no one wanted to search for one so late. They
settled on a decent–looking bar and booked a private room.

The noise from downstairs faded as they entered the room. Evelyn, holding Steve’s
hand, finally relaxed.

But the peace didn’t last.

The group grabbed microphones and started singing at the top of their lungs,
turning the room into chaos.

Evelyn, who’d grown up in a quiet household, was stunned.

But as the night went on, she found herself enjoying the noise.

Professor Chambers and Steve became the main targets of the drinking games.

Some of the newer students, who hadn’t been around when Evelyn left to get married,
were skeptical of her “genius” reputation.

But after seeing her in action, they quickly changed their tune.

By the end of the night, Steve and Professor Chambers were the drunkest.

Evelyn helped Steve into the car, his head lolling against her shoulder,

“You can’t hold your liquor yet you still tried to push yourself. Now look at you,
a complete drunk,” the teased.

He shifted, his hair brushing her ear. She pulled away, but he mumbled something
and leaned back into her.

Despite the smell of alcohol, she didn’t mind.

“Evelyn…” he murmured.
CHAPTER 20

His voice was so faint, like a whisper lost in the wind. Before she could catch the
rest, the roar of passing cars drowned him out.
She wanted to hear more, but the driver cut in, announcing their arrival.

Reluctantly, she paid and helped Steve out of the car.

Steve and Evelyn lived close by, and thankfully, their building had an elevator.

Otherwise, she wasn’t sure she could’ve dragged his drunk self all the way up.

Seeing him stumble, Evelyn knew he couldn’t handle washing up alone. At least he
seemed aware enough to find his way to the bedroom.

Recognizing the familiar room, he collapsed onto the bed.

Evelyn sighed in relief, but before she could fully exhale, a muffled sound of
“dong” came from the bedroom.

Her heart skipped a beat as she rushed in, only to find Steve sprawled on the
floor, looking oddly peaceful. It was unclear whether he had fallen asleep or just
passed out.

Worried he might’ve hurt himself, she checked him over. Turns out, he’d fallen onto
the bed first, then rolled off.

With a resigned sigh, Evelyn hauled him back onto the bed. Just as she was about to
tuck him in, his arm shot out, pulling her into his chest.

She froze, then struggled to break free, but he only held her tighter.

Her hands pressed against his firm chest, his alcohol–laced breath brushing her
ear, sending a flush of heat through

her.

Then, the words she hadn’t caught earlier became crystal clear.

“Evelyn… I like you…”

Her face burned. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. Exhaustion took
over, and before she knew it, she’d fallen asleep in his arms.

That night, both slept soundly.

The trouble came the next morning when Steve woke up, sober and horrified.

He stared down at Evelyn, still asleep in his arms, replaying the previous night’s
blunders. His face turned crimson, his body stiffening with embarrassment.

Evelyn stirred, discomforted by the now–rigid “pillow.” She shifted, then froze as
realization hit.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Steve’s flushed face inches away. Her cheeks burned
as she scrambled out of his embrace, running a hand through her messy hair.

How had she ended up sleeping like that? And so soundly?

“1. I just brought you back. You’re the one who…” She trailed off, unable to
finish, Steve, still red–faced, mumbled something but stayed silent.
Seeing his lack of response, Evelyn felt a chill. She bolted for the door,
desperate to escape the awkwardness.

But just as her hand touched the handle, Steve’s hand covered hers.

The door was in front of her, Steve was behind her,

The door wouldn’t budge, and Steve wasn’t backing down.

Trapped, Evelyn’s mind raced, her body stiffening as if fireworks were exploding in
her head.CHAPTER 21

Steve wasn’t sure how they’d ended up in this situation, but something told him
that if he let her walk away now, their relationship would never recover–it might
even grow colder than before.

His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, so loud he could hear it in his ears.
He swallowed hard, trying to steady

himself.

“Evelyn, I was drunk last night,” he began, his grip tightening on the door handle.
“I acted out of line, and I’m sorry. But I remember everything. I was the one who
made you stay, I was the one who said I liked you.”

He took a deep breath, his voice steady but vulnerable. “It’s not because of what
happened last night that I’m saying this. I like you, Evelyn. That’s why, even when
I was drunk, I couldn’t let you go. And now, sober, I’m telling you–I like you.
Will you stay with me?”

His heart felt like it was about to burst, a mix of hope and fear swirling inside
him.

Evelyn was silent for a long moment, her ears turning bright red. Finally, she
spoke, her voice soft. “Can you… step back a little?”

Steve’s heart sank. He thought this was her way of rejecting him. His hand dropped
from the door handle, and he took a few steps back, his head hanging low like a
kicked puppy.

When Evelyn turned around, she saw him standing there, looking utterly dejected.
Despite her own embarrassment, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Hearing her laughter, Steve looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt.

“I didn’t say no,” Evelyn said, her voice teasing. “Why are you acting like I just
broke your heart?”

Steve’s eyes lit up, but he hesitated, still unsure. “So… does that mean you’re
saying yes?”

Evelyn thought about the past year with Steve. He’d always been there for her–
through her highs and lows, her struggles and triumphs. He’d never doubted her,
even when she doubted herself.

She smiled, but then shook her head. Before his hope could crumble, she added, “But
your confession was terrible. No flowers, no romance–just a drunk, smelly mess. Is
that really how you want to do this?”
Steve laughed, a little defensively. “Hey, I was drunk because I was taking all
those drinks for you! And you’re not exactly fresh as a daisy yourself right now!”

Evelyn pointed at him, her cheeks puffing out in mock anger. “Well, then I
definitely don’t want this kind of confession!”

Steve stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. “Fine,” he said, his voice soft
but determined. “I’ll give yo one–flowers, romance, the whole thing.”

proper

“That’s more like it,” Evelyn said, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Just as she relaxed into the moment, her phone rang.

She pulled it out, frowning when she saw the caller ID: Mrs. Shelton.

She patted Steve’s back, signaling him to let go. Once he did, she answered the
call, stepping into the living room.

Now that they had been divorced for a year, why would Mrs. Shelton suddenly call
her?

“Evelyn,” Mrs. Shelton’s voice was shaky, barely holding back tears. “I know Martin
hurt you, and I’m sorry for that.

She didn’t want to waste time, so she said directly, “Mrs. Shelton, just say what
you need to.”

“Evelyn, if you have time, could you visit Martin? Ile’s been diagnosed with
terminal liver cancer. The doctors say he doesn’t have much time left. His last
wish is to see you.”

CHAPTER 22

Evelyn felt like thunder had struck her ears. Her hand, still clutching the phone,
slowly dropped as Mrs. Shelton’s voice faded into silence.

Realizing Evelyn wasn’t going to respond, Mrs. Shelton sighed and hung up.

Steve walked out of the bedroom, frowning when he saw her frozen in place. “What’s
wrong?”

“His mom called,” Evelyn said, her voice hollow. She turned to him, her eyes
clouded with confusion. “He has liver cancer. They say he doesn’t have much time
left.”

She reached out, and Steve pulled her into his arms, his warmth grounding her as
they sat on the sofa. His voice was low, almost hesitant. “Do you regret it?”

Do you regret leaving him? Do you regret coming here with me?

Evelyn shook her head. “I just… didn’t expect life to be so unpredictable. Steve,
since we have some time off, will you come back to the country with me?”
Steve didn’t answer right away. When she thought he’d fallen asleep, she gently
pushed him away–only to find him staring at her with a look of pure betrayal, like
a puppy about to be abandoned.

She rolled her eyes and ruffled his hair. “He’s dying, Steve. Don’t be jealous.
It’s just one meeting. Think of it as closing the book on a failed marriage.”

Evelyn returned to the country with Steve by her side.

She knocked on the hospital door, and Mrs. Shelton stepped out. Her expression was
a mix of relief and bitterness. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

Evelyn tightened her grip on Steve’s hand. “I’m only here to see him once. After
this, I won’t come back.”

They’d been married for three years. Before she found out about his affair with
Stella, he hadn’t been a terrible husband. Hearing about his illness now, Evelyn
couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

“This is your fault!” Mrs. Shelton burst out, tears streaming down her face. “After
you left him, he started drinking every day. If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t be
dying like this!”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but Evelyn stopped him with a sharp look.

She turned to Mrs. Shelton, her voice cold. “I’ve always respected you, Mrs.
Shelton, but your son’s choices are his own. I didn’t make him cheat, and I didn’t
make him drink. Don’t blame me for his mistakes.”

Without waiting for a response, Evelyn walked into the hospital room, Steve
trailing behind her.

Martin looked frail, but he managed a weak smile when he saw Evelyn. He ignored
Steve completely, and turn, grabbed a chair and sat down, pretending not to care.

“Evelyn… I’m sorry,” Martin whispered, his voice trembling.

A year had passed, and those were still the only words he could offer. Evelyn
didn’t respond. He was dying, and she didn’t want to upset him.

But Martin kept talking, his words spilling out in a rush. He told her he hadn’t
married Stella, that her career had been ruined after the affair was exposed. She’d
tried to latch onto other powerful men, but no one wanted her. Now, she was a kept
woman, the laughingstock of their social circle.

He talked about his drinking, his self–destruction, and how it had destroyed his
health. “You were right, Evelyn,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “I did
this to myself.”

Evelyn reached out and wiped away his tears, just as he’d done for her so many
times during their marriage. “You need to move forward,” she said softly.

Martin shook his head, his breathing labored. “I can’t, Evelyn. You’ll never
forgive me, will you?”

Evelyn didn’t answer. Instead, she stood up and took Steve’s hand. “I’m happy now,”
she said simply.

I’ve moved on. I won’t look back anymore.

I’ll keep moving forward–toward a future without you.