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Evelyn’s POV

Ten minutes later, Adam’s car pulled up to pick me up. “Mrs. Graves. Mr. Graves called. He sent me to get you.”

I slid into the car without a word, my mind racing.

On the way home, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Isabella. A picture to be more precise.

Eric was holding her, his arms wrapped around her as she sat on his lap.

The background? Ocean. From the image, I could tell it they were on a cruise ship, probably one of that Eric had just bought. A bottle of champagne sat on the table in front of them, two glasses beside it.

Eric had lied to me.

He wasn’t at the casino. He was with Isabella.

A new message popped up beneath the picture. It was a screen shot of Eric’s message to Isabella.

“Every night with Evelyn is a torture. I have to imagine it’s you under me, just so I can cum. I miss you so much, Isabella. Sneak out tonight and meet me at my house, alright? Evelyn wasn’t at home and I want you in my bed.”

The words on the screen blurred as I looked up from the phone, then I realized the scenery outside the car window wasn’t the familiar route home.

“Aren’t we going home?” I asked, my voice sounding weaker than I intended.

Adam’s smile twisted, different now—colder and scheming, like the two scums who had kidnapped me. “Going home?” His tone dropped, venom creeping into his words. “Don’t boss me around. You’re no Mrs. Graves to me.”

I fought to keep my composure, “Eric would kill you if he knew what you just said.”

Adam laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Then I’ll just have to keep this from him, won’t I?” He locked the car door with a snap, then slammed his foot on the accelerator. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

The car skidded into a secluded parking lot, the salty tang of the ocean air hitting my senses.

We were at the dock now.

I made a move to open the door, but Adam was faster, his grip cold and firm as he yanked me out by my hair, slamming me to the ground.

I tried to push myself up, but then a searing pain shot through my hand.

A heel—sharp and unforgiving—pressed into the back of my hand, digging into my skin.

“Long time no see, Evelyn,” a voice purred, cold and sweet.

I knew that voice. I looked up, eyes widening in disbelief.

It was Isabella.

Of course, she was here. She’d been with Eric on the cruise. And the cruise was not far away from the deck.

Isabella didn’t just step on my hand; she twisted her heel, squeezing the pressure until I could feel the blood trickling from my palm. Only then did she lift her foot, her gaze full of mock sympathy.

Turning, she planted a kiss on Adam’s cheek. “Good job, Adam. I’ll reward you later, alright?”

Then, with a smile so cruel it could only belong to a devil, she looked at me. “Poor Evelyn. Being played like Eric and still believed he was your hero.”

Adam chuckled, then looked at me cold,“I knew you heard everything the other day. I checked the security footage.”

Isabella took a few steps closer, “Gosh, how can you be so stupid. Evelyn. You even make the torture no fun anymore.”

Adam joined in, his voice mocking. “Right. And that bullet you took for Eric? Did you know it was meant for you all along?”

I struggled to push myself up, the strength of my body betraying me as I staggered to my feet.

Before I could even get fully upright, Adam kicked me back to the ground, his foot landing hard against my chest. He spit at my feet, his words full of disgust. “Don’t even try, bitch.”