Later that day, with Zach having left for work, Evangeline took charge of cleaning and doing laundry, attempting to bring a semblance of order to the chaos that had unfolded earlier. As she diligently worked, Monica, who remained at the house, seemed detached from the situation.
Evangeline who was done investing time in cleaning the kitchen, discovered it dirty again, clearly showcasing Monica's neglect to clean up after herself. Frustration and disappointment etched across her face.
Evangeline, noticing the uncleaned kitchen, couldn't contain her frustration. "Monica, we need to talk," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and irritation.
Monica, seemingly indifferent, responded, "Can't this wait? I'm not in the mood for more drama."
Evangeline, however, wasn't willing to let it slide. "This is not drama; it's about respect. If you're going to stay here, at least clean up after yourself."
Monica scoffed, "Why does it matter? Everything's already a mess anyway."
Evangeline's frustration which was evident in her tone, asserted, "It matters because this is MY house."
Monica, with a sarcastic smirk, countered, "Correction, it's Zach's."
"He's my husband, and everything that is his is mine," Evangeline retorted, emphasizing the strength of their marital bond.
Monica, taking a low blow, sneered, "Well, this child is definitely not yours! Haha!"
Evangeline's confidence wavered at Monica's cutting words. She found herself unable to muster a response to such a personal attack.
Turning away, she questioned with a mix of hurt and bewilderment, "What did I ever do to you for you to destroy my marriage like this?"
Monica's earlier smirk transformed into a mask of hidden guilt as she scoffed, "I wanted your life. You have a great and loving man, a good home, and probably... a lot more reasons for me to take it. After all, your husband wanted a child, and you're lacking on that. Sorry, not sorry." The venom in Monica's words hung in the air.
Evangeline, engulfed in a wave of insecurity and self-doubt, refrained from further argument, recognizing the painful truth in Monica's words. The realization that she was living a good life, cherished by her husband, only deepened the wound of her perceived failure.
Lost in her thoughts, Evangeline silently cleaned the mess in the kitchen, each dish and countertop carrying the weight of her internal struggle and the shattered pieces of a once-happy home.
Evangeline, seeking an escape from the heavy atmosphere of the house, decided to take a bath after finishing the arduous task of cleaning. Determined to break free from the confines of her troubled home, she chose a slightly different dress, one that was more daring and exuded confidence and allure.
This change in attire symbolized her desire to reclaim a sense of independence and rediscover the places she had set aside since getting married. The dress, revealing yet elegant, was a reflection of her intention to regain control over her life and seek solace outside the suffocating walls of her chaotic home.
As the sun was setting, Evangeline hesitated for a moment, thinking about her usual routine of making dinner. But then, she reminded herself that her husband wouldn't be coming home for her anymore.
So, she grabbed her phone and wallet, and with determined steps, she left the house.
Evangeline hailed a cab, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. The cab rolled through familiar streets, bringing back memories of a life she had put on hold. It finally stopped in front of a night bar she used to frequent before meeting Zach.
She paid the cab fare, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit venue. The music and chatter enveloped her, creating a sense of liberation she hadn't felt in years.
As Evangeline stepped into the vibrant atmosphere of the night bar, conflicting emotions surged within her. A fleeting sense of guilt crossed her mind, questioning her own actions, yet a resolute voice countered, 'Oh, I must be crazy. Why am I feeling guilty? But damn them.' In that moment, she embraced the rebellion against the constraints that had bound her for far too long.
Evangeline found herself indulging in that well-known night bar, a place frequented by high-class individuals. The upscale ambiance and sophisticated crowd surrounded her as she navigated through the sea of elegantly dressed patrons.
Ascending to the upper floor, Evangeline's eyes met those of Michael, her barista friend, who greeted her with genuine excitement, waving her over. With a smile, she walked eagerly toward the counter.
"Michael! It's been ages!" Evangeline exclaimed, her eyes reflecting genuine joy.
He grinned, setting aside a cup he was holding. "Eva! I thought you vanished off the face of the Earth. What brings you back to this side of town?"
Evangeline chuckled, "Life happened. I needed a break from the usual routine."
"Well, you picked the right spot for a change. How's everything with you?" Michael inquired, his eyes showing sincere concern.
Evangeline responded with a nonchalant shrug, settling into the only vacant seat at the counter among a group of men.
"How's your wife?" she inquired, observing Michael expertly preparing a strong drink for her.
Michael handed her the drink, a knowing smile on his face. "She's good, thanks for asking. Still putting up with my caffeine addiction and late-night shifts here. You know how it goes."
Evangeline took a sip, savoring the bold flavor. "Some things never change. But hey, it's good to catch up like this. Feels like I stepped back into a different time."
He nodded, "Yeah, sometimes a little nostalgia is just what we need. So spill the tea, Eva. What's been going on in your side?"
Evangeline forced a smile, but Michael could see through the façade.
"Nothing, really. Just that... my husband wanted a child. We could've adopted a baby, but I guess he wanted it fresh from the womb." Evangeline laughed, trying to make light of the situation, but Michael sensed the pain behind her eyes.
"He cheated on you, didn't he?" Michael stated bluntly, placing a comforting hand on hers.
Evangeline bit her lower lip to hold back tears, nodding in response.
"That mother--" Michael cut off his own words, reconsidering the impact on Evangeline's emotions.
"But I'm fine. I know I will be. I can still handle it. I want to fight for my marriage, I want to win him back," she confessed, determination flickering in her eyes.
Michael smiled proudly, "Attagirl. Now drink up."
The night was long, and Evangeline enjoyed her time with her friend.
The night unfolded and Evangeline's laughter echoed in the dimly lit bar. The music, the chatter, and the clinking of glasses served as a temporary escape from the sorrow in her heart.
Michael, being the supportive friend he was, kept her company throughout the evening.
As the clock ticked away, Evangeline found herself drunk and dancing her heart out.
Evangeline groaned at the pulsating ache in her head.'Ugh. I must've drank too much.' She thought as she opened her eyes and slowly sat up.She flipped the pillow on her side and got out of the blanket only to realize that she was completely naked. She looked around with the intention to look for her clothes only to find a man on the bed naked as well.Evangeline gasped but immediately covered her mouth as soon as she realizes that she just slept with another man.Evangeline's heart raced as fragmented memories of the previous night flooded her mind. Panic set in as she tried to piece together the events leading to this unexpected situation. The room, the scent of unfamiliar cologne, and the man beside were the proof of her drunkenness.She hurriedly searched for her clothes, desperately hoping this was just a terrible mistake.Evangeline tiptoed out of the room, her heart pounding with each step. Avoiding to see the man she slept with who was still sound asleep, she slipped back int
(Explicit Content Ahead)"I want a divorce, Zach."Her words pierced through Zach's ears like a sudden gunshot.He didn't welcome what he just heard. His gaze immediately fixed on Evangeline's tear-stained face as his hands clutched her in a tight grip."You have no reason to divorce me, Evangeline. You promised me forever, have you forgotten? I love you," Zach responded, insistent, attempting to force a smile as he gently wiped away her tears, desperately trying to sway her decision.Evangeline couldn't meet his eyes as she shook her head. "No. You don't love me anymore. You cheated on me, you hurt me. This is not love, Zach... Who you are right now is not the man I love. I... hate you." She uttered the words with profound pain.Zach was in disbelief. His mouth slightly agape, he struggled to comprehend his wife's declaration. Despite his mistakes, he believed in his deep love for Evangeline, knowing in his heart, mind, body, and soul that he loved her too much and would do anything
(Explicit content ahead)After Evangeline's bath, she covers herself with a soft towel and walks out of the room, only to see Zach leaning by the door."What do you want?" She hissed and headed to the closet.Zach watched with arms crossed and a sly smirk plastered on his lips. He followed Evangeline behind and as he has gotten close, he tugged on her towel letting it unwrap and fall off of Evangeline's body.Evangeline has little to no care. It's not the time for her to act all meek and conservative.As he snaked his hands from Evangeline's neck down to her breast, he nibbled on her nape leaving another batch of fresh marks."You smell good." Zach happily whispered on his wife's ear, as he admired her full nakedness.He was getting another hard on and he was definitely not letting it off by himself."Hmm... My beautiful Evangeline." He moaned.Zach pulled out his raging boner as he suddenly manhandled Evangeline, picking her up and walked towards the bed.He then playfully throws her
Evangeline took a few days to get better. She stayed in her room, just eating, sleeping, and cleaning up. Trying to escape through the window wasn't an option – it was too high, and if Zach caught her, things could get even worse.Zach hesitated to leave the house, afraid Evangeline might attempt to escape. He carried out his work, alternating between the room where Evangeline was confined and his study. His focus was solely on Evangeline during this time, and Monica was not liking any of it.Monica was displeased with how Zach was solely focused on his wife, making her feel invisible. This fueled her anger, pushing her to start scheming ways to regain his attention.That day, a sudden and piercing scream tore through the silence, accompanied by the sharp crash of glass from downstairs. Startled, both Zach and Evangeline shot up, their eyes locking in shared concern."Zachary! Help! I'm in pain!" Monica's desperate cry echoed from the kitchen. Zach, feeling a rush of adrenaline, insti
"So what happened?" Jeremy's voice cut through the silence in the car, breaking the monotony of the road. Evangeline remained silent, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.Evangeline took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts before responding. "I left him," she finally murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Jeremy's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he processed the news. "Why? What happened?"Evangeline hesitated, unsure of how much to disclose. "It's complicated," she replied, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside."I thought you guys were so in love." He scoffed almost making fun of it.Jeremy was never really a fan of his sister's husband, Zachary. He was the first to hate him ever since Evangeline introduced Zach to the family when they were younger. Jeremy just hated how confident Zach's gazes are and how handsome he is in everyone's eyes."I thought you two were so in love," Jeremy remarked with a hint of disbelief, his tone laced
As night fell and Evangeline found herself settled in her brother's home, she emerged from her room and decided to take a leisurely stroll through the house. The soft glow of the lamps cast gentle shadows along the walls, creating a tranquil atmosphere that enveloped her.She wandered through the familiar rooms, tracing her fingers along the edges of the furniture as memories flooded her mind.With each step, Evangeline felt a sense of peace washing over her. She breathed in the familiar scent of home, allowing it to soothe her frayed nerves and calm her racing thoughts.As she moved through the quiet house, she found herself in a hallway adorned with her brother's collection of family photos. Each frame captured a precious moment frozen in time, a testament to the bonds that tied them together.Evangeline paused before the display, her gaze sweeping over the familiar faces smiling back at her. Memories of holidays spent together, birthdays celebrated, and ordinary moments of joy floo
Evangeline raised her hands, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Actually, I'm sorry for the confusion. That's not why I asked you here," she clarified.Mr. Taylor adjusted his glasses, his demeanor shifting to one of professional attentiveness. "Of course, Mrs. Salazar. Please, go ahead. How can I assist you today?"Evangeline nodded, grateful for the lawyer's understanding. "As I mentioned, I need to proceed with a divorce from my husband, Zachary, and I also require a restraining order against him," she stated firmly.Mr. Taylor inclined his head, his expression neutral yet attentive. "Understood. Divorce proceedings and restraining orders are serious matters, Ms. Evangeline. Have you considered your reasons for seeking such legal action?"Evangeline met his gaze with resolve. "Yes, I have. My marriage with Zachary has become untenable, and I fear for my safety and well-being in his presence. I believe that obtaining a divorce and a restraining order are necessary steps to protect m
Evangeline braced herself, her eyes cold and filled with a simmering anger as she met Zach's gaze squarely."What? Lost for words?" she spat out, her tone laced with bitterness.Zach's attempt to reach out and placate her only fueled her resentment further. She pulled her hands away sharply, refusing to be swayed by his desperate gestures."Look, baby. I'm sorry for what I've done, okay? If you want, I'll ask Monica to leave the house," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice."How noble of you, Zach," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Offering to kick Monica out, as if that erases everything you've done. Do you really think one apology can undo all the lies, the betrayal?"Zach flinched at her words, but Evangeline pressed on, her anger unyielding."You've shattered my trust," she continued, her tone cutting like a knife. "You've torn apart everything we had, piece by piece. And now you expect me to just forgive and forget?"For a moment, there was silence, punctua
Chapter 81"You're glad? Is that all you have to say?" Evangeline asked, turning to face him with disbelief and frustration in her eyes.Klein's expression faltered, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself, but the hurt in his eyes was undeniable. "What else can I say?" he finally replied, his voice tinged with resignation. "I don't want to lose you, Evangeline. But if he's the one who makes you happy…"But Evangeline shook her head, cutting him off. "Stop it, Klein. Don’t pretend like this doesn’t affect you. I see it in your eyes—you're hurting. So why won't you fight for us, for me?"Klein looked down as the weight of her words pressed heavily on him. "Because… I don’t want to be selfish. I’ve already hurt you so much. If being with him means you’re finally at peace, how can I stand in the way?"Evangeline's frustration grew. "But that’s just it. You’re assuming I want to be with someone else. That I’ve moved on, that I’m not sti
Chapter 80After that night, days went on just like that. Klein left Lydia behind to help Evangeline with the triplets and it was a gesture that spoke more of his growing understanding than words ever could. He hesitated to leave, lingering in the doorway as if uncertain whether to stay or go, but he knew what he had to do. With a heavy heart, Klein returned home to manage his company, taking the first steps back into his old life. But this time, everything felt different.Klein wasn’t just returning to work, he was giving Evangeline the space she needed. He didn’t want to crowd her or push her into a decision she wasn’t ready to make. He wanted her to see that he was serious about making things right—that he was committed to being the man she and their children needed. For once, he wasn’t thinking only of himself, his guilt, or his desperation to make amends. He was thinking about her, about what she deserved, and how he could be the one to give it to her if she would allow it.Every
Chapter 79Evangeline gently handed each of the triplets their milk bottles with practiced but weary movements. Klein stood nearby and watched with both awe and amusement. He couldn’t help but marvel at how she managed to juggle three one-year-olds on her own. The sight stirred a sense of regret within him as he was struck by the realization of how much she had been carrying alone and how he had failed to be there for her.Evangeline’s mind, however, was elsewhere. Her eldest, Xander, was inconsolable and was crying in a way he never had before. No matter how much she tried to comfort him, he wouldn’t stop, and the anxiety gnawed at her. Something was wrong, and it scared her.Klein watched her who was already giving out an anxious vibe and immediately asked. “Is he okay?”Even though she was still quite mad at Klein, Evangeline managed to glance up at him, her face pale and strained. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling with worry. “He’s never cried like this before. I’v
Dear lovelies,I wanted to give you a quick heads-up that the next update will be on Friday, August 23, 2024. I’ve got a rushed project that needs my attention, so I apologize for not being able to update daily as I normally do.Additionally, the book might be ending soon. Thank you for your understanding and for sticking with me through this journey. Your support means the world to me!Best,Yña Banana 🍌
Chapter 78“Klein... W-what are you doing here? How did you know I was here?” Evangeline stuttered nervously as Klein began to walk toward her. What confused her more than the fear of facing her ex-fiance was the look in his eyes. There was no trace of the hatred or disgust he had shown her weeks ago. Instead, his eyes were filled with a longing that she couldn’t understand, and it scared her.The sight of Klein’s intense gaze only heightened her fear. She had closed her heart to him after being hurt so many times before, and now, seeing this unfamiliar emotion in his eyes made her feel vulnerable. Her back hit the wall as she tried to retreat, her breath quickening. She glanced desperately around for a way to escape, but Klein moved swiftly, slamming his hands on the walls, effectively caging her in.Klein’s expression twisted in anger as he demanded, “Who was that man with you? You took our children into his house? How could you, Evangeline? And here I am, ready to apologize, but yo
Chapter 77“Would you like to have dinner with me? You can bring the three as well.” Kenji suddenly invited while Evangeline was busy grabbing Mikael’s hand, making sure he didn’t run off.“Uh… we don’t really want to disturb you, and the kids will really make a lot of mess,” she hesitated, letting out an awkward laugh. Kenji, however, dismissed her concerns with a warm smile.“It’s okay. What can three one-year-olds do?” he chuckled, sensing the hesitation in Evangeline’s expression. “Please?” he added, his tone light but persuasive.Evangeline looked at him for a moment, then laughed softly, surrendering with a smile. “Alright then.”“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7,” he informed her.“Do you know where my house is?” Evangeline asked curiously, noting his confidence.Kenji grinned, then recited, “1202 Maplewood Lane, right?”Evangeline blinked in surprise. “You really do know.”“How could I not? I’m a daycare teacher—I have my students’ addresses just in case,” Kenji said playfully. Ev
Chapter 76Evangeline settled comfortably on the patio of her favorite café, enjoying the soft morning sun that warmed her face. The gentle hum of the café’s early activity provided a soothing backdrop as she took a moment to savor her coffee. Her laptop was open on the table, and her airpods were snugly in place, creating a bubble of focus amidst the café’s light background noise.After dropping off her triplets at daycare, Evangeline was ready for her virtual meeting with the company’s investors. She glanced at the clock—precisely on time. As she opened her laptop and initiated the virtual meeting, her screen was immediately occupied with the faces of the investors.“Good morning, everyone,” Evangeline began warmly, “I want to start by apologizing for not being able to meet in person. As some of you know, managing triplets can be quite the challenge.” She chuckled softly, her humor met with understanding laughter from the group. “But despite it all, I assure you, SNCLR’s vision rema
Chapter 75Evangeline's days had become increasingly busy. With the triplets now beginning to walk, her chores seemed to multiply by the minute. Keeping up with three one-year-olds was no easy task. Each child had their own personality, adding to the delightful chaos of her days.Xander, the eldest of the three, was mature and quiet for his age. He rarely cried and often observed his surroundings with calm, inquisitive eyes. Mikael, on the other hand, was the cranky troublemaker. He had a knack for finding mischief, whether it was pulling on curtains or knocking over anything within reach. Maxine, the youngest, was the friendly, chattery little girl who loved to babble endlessly, her sweet voice filling the room with an infectious energy.Realizing that managing all three on her own was becoming overwhelming, Evangeline made the decision to take the toddlers to daycare. It would be good for them to interact with other children, and she could use the time to manage her responsibilities
Chapter 74Life went on for Evangeline, although the weight of her decisions felt heavy on her heart. Deep down, she knew she still loves Klein. But the pain of being forgotten by the man who once adored her was too much to bear. To protect herself, she chose to stay far away, focusing on her company overseas and her children. Although her presence was often needed, her staff understood her situation, granting her the space she needed to heal.Meanwhile, Klein dealt with his troubles differently. The gnawing truth he had uncovered fueled his anger, and Daphnie became the unfortunate target of his wrath."You can’t lie to me anymore, Daphnie," Klein growled, his voice thick with disgust. The tension in the air snapped like a taut string, and before Daphnie could react, Klein’s hand struck her cheek with a harsh slap. She gasped, stumbling back as her hand flew to her reddening face, eyes wide with shock."Stop coming back here," Klein continued, his words laced with venom. "If you ever