Evelyn's world shatters when she discovers her husband, Hunter, is having an affair with her own sister, Sophia. But that's not the only devastating truth - Hunter reveals he never loved Evelyn, and their marriage was only a promise to her father. Heartbroken and betrayed, Evelyn demands a divorce. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her own family's secrets and lies, she begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will Evelyn find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will the truth destroy her forever?
View MoreEvelyn’s breath hitched for a fleeting moment, a primal fear momentarily gripping her, but she quickly masked it with a defiant glare. “Get out of my house, Hunter.”Hunter held her gaze for a long, tense moment, his expression unreadable, a silent battle raging between them.Then, with a sharp, frustrated exhale, he turned abruptly and stormed off, his retreating figure radiating a palpable fury.Evelyn slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, her hands shaking uncontrollably with a potent mix of anger and a lingering, unwelcome fear.She hated him. She hated that he still thought he had any right to dictate her life, to interfere in her choices. But more than anything, she hated the undeniable truth that, despite everything he had done, he still possessed the power to affect her so deeply, to stir such a volatile storm of emotions within her.Evelyn stood frozen for a moment longer, her heart still pounding erratically in her chest as she stared at
Hunter spent the remainder of the day confined within the sterile walls of his office, attempting to drown the relentless tide of his thoughts in the demanding intricacies of his work. Spreadsheets blurred into meaningless columns of numbers, and lucrative business deals faded into the periphery of his consciousness, utterly failing to dislodge the persistent image of Evelyn that haunted his every waking moment.Each time he succumbed to the brief respite of closing his eyes, seeking a moment of fleeting peace, he was met with the vivid tableau of Evelyn’s face. The subtle nuances of her expression from the previous night – the lingering hurt in her eyes, the forced composure in her smile – replayed in his mind with agonizing clarity. And then, the memory that truly ignited the simmering rage within him: the way she had turned her back on him, her steps unwavering as she walked directly into the waiting embrace of Edwin.The very thought sent a fresh wave of scalding anger coursing th
Next day, Sophia was waiting for Hunter to come down for breakfast. She was standing by the dining table, dressed in a pristine white blouse and a tight pencil skirt, her blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. To anyone else, she looked calm. Her fingers fidgeted at her sides. She was nervous. And Hunter hated secrets. “What do you want, Sophia?” he asked coldly, not slowing his pace. She forced a smile. “I brought coffee. Thought you might need it after last night.” Hunter scoffed, pushing past her and sitting on the table. “Thank you.” She followed him and took a shaky breath, lowering her gaze as if she were gathering the courage to speak. “Hunter. I need some money.” “Money?” Hunter asked.“It’s not for me,” she whispered. “It’s for Lily.” Hunter’s eyes remained locked onto her, unreadable. “Lily?” She nodded quickly. “Her mother…She's in the hospital. It’s bad, Hunter. The doctors need to perform surgery, but they won’t proceed without payment. Lily has
Hunter’s grip on the steering wheel was like iron, his knuckles white against the black leather, as he pulled into his driveway. The moment he killed the engine, the low hum of the car fading into the evening’s quiet, his phone buzzed again, a sharp, insistent vibration against the console.Sophia. Again.He ignored the call, a flicker of irritation sparking in his chest, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant honeysuckle, but his blood was boiling, a hot, turbulent current beneath his skin.Evelyn and her stupid lover boy Edwin.The two names were on repeat in his head, a relentless, torturous mantra, feeding the jealousy that gnawed at his insides, a ravenous beast consuming his peace of mind.She was with him right now.Probably laughing. Probably smiling while looking into each other’s eyes.Had she already let him touch her the way she used to let him? The way she us
Hunter sat at the head of the long, sleek conference table, staring at the financial reports spread in front of him. The numbers blurred together, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional shuffle of papers, and the faint click of a keyboard. But Hunter wasn’t listening. He was supposed to be focused. This meeting was important—his company was finalizing a major acquisition, and every executive in the room was waiting for his decision. The deal was worth billions, and the stakes were high. But his mind was elsewhere. Evelyn. Edwin. The way she had looked at him last night, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and defiance. Like she had moved on. Like she didn’t care anymore. The memory burned in his chest, a slow, smoldering fire that refused to be extinguished. A sharp voice cut through his thoughts. “Mr. Blackwood?” Hunter’s head snapped up. His CFO, Marcus Reed, was watching him expectant
Evelyn sat on her couch, staring at the untouched cup of tea in front of her. Edwin had been talking for the past ten minutes—about how toxic Hunter was, about how she needed to cut him off for good—but her mind was elsewhere. She could still hear the sound of Hunter’s car speeding away, could still picture the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes before he left. Jealousy. Possession. Something she shouldn’t have cared about. But did. “Evelyn?” She blinked, snapping back to the present. Edwin was watching her, concern etched across his face. “What?” He sighed. “Were you even listening?” Evelyn rubbed her temples. “I’m tired, Edwin. Can we not do this right now?” His jaw tightened. “Fine. But at least tell me you see it now. He hasn’t changed, Evelyn. He never will.” She swallowed. “It’s not that simple.” Edwin scoffed. “It is exactly that simple. He’s a selfish bastard who only cares about himself. You don’t owe him anything—not your time, not your pi
Breakfast was torture. Not because of Grandma Blackwood—she was as sweet and oblivious as ever—but because of Hunter. Evelyn could feel his eyes on her. Watching. Waiting. As if he expected her to slip, to react, to—what? Fall into his arms like a fool? Not happening. She focused on her food, answering Grandma’s questions with polite enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Hunter played the perfect, doting husband, chiming in at just the right moments. His hand occasionally brushed hers, his arm rested behind her chair—it was all for show, of course. But her body refused to believe that. By the time breakfast was over, Evelyn was exhausted. Hunter helped clear the dishes, chatting easily with Grandma as if nothing was amiss. Meanwhile, Evelyn sat frozen in her seat, replaying that moment at the table. The way he had looked at her. Like he meant it. Like they weren’t pretending. Her chest tightened. She needed air. --- Escape to the Garden Evelyn retreated to the backyard, ta
Evelyn lay stiffly on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The dim glow of the moon cast soft shadows across the room, but it did nothing to ease the restlessness buzzing under her skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something that made her chest ache and her throat tighten.She could still hear Hunter moving around in the bedroom, could picture him sprawled across the bed like he belonged there, like he owned the space—like he owned her. The thought made her jaw clench. *No. He doesn’t get to affect me anymore.* But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it, the past still lingered between them, thick and suffocating. It was in the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried that familiar teasing edge, the way his presence seemed to fill every room he entered. It was in the memories she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried.She turned onto her side, pressing the pillow
Evelyn barely slept.Every time she drifted off, she’d wake to the weight of memories pressing down on her. The familiar scent of Hunter’s cologne mixed with the warm cedarwood of his skin made her chest feel tight.She hated that even now—after everything—his presence still had an effect on her.When the soft glow of dawn filtered through the lace curtains, Evelyn decided she had had enough. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Hunter. He lay on his back, one arm flung across the pillow, his bare chest rising and falling steadily.For a moment, she just looked at him.It wasn’t fair. That he could sleep so soundly while she was drowning in emotions she didn’t want to feel.Shaking off the thought, she grabbed a robe and tiptoed out of the room.The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet. Evelyn found Grandma Blackwood at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes.“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said, smili
Evelyn's pov ;I never imagined this would ever happen to me. Hunter and I have been together for three years, and not once did I doubt his love for me. But now, as I sat in the backseat of the car, I realised how wrong I was. "Where did Hunter say he was going?" I asked the driver, trying to sound casual.He hesitated before answering, "He said he was going to the old house, Madam Evelyn."My heart skipped a beat. The old family house? What business did he have there? A pit of dread grew in my stomach.My phone suddenly buzzed. I pulled it out to see several new messages from my sister. My hands shook as I opened them. Photos of Hunter and Sophia, my sister, kissing and hugging popped on my screen. Each picture felt like a stab to my heart."No…no, this can't be," I whispered, feeling tears well up in my eyes.My phone buzzed again. Another message from her. I opened it with trembling hands, afraid of what I would see. It was another photo of Hunter and Sophia, wrapped in each other...
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