"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
Zach was seething with fury, his office looking like a tornado had swept through it, with shattered glass and scattered papers everywhere."Damn it!" he cursed loudly, the frustration evident in his voice.His employees who were sensing his anger, kept their distance, not wanting to get caught in the middle of his outburst.Amidst the chaos, Zach's secretary, Lloyd, timidly knocked on the door."Mr. Salazar, someone's here to see you."Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Zach reluctantly allowed entry, only to be handed an envelope."Mr. Zachary Salazar," the visitor said casually. "I'm Oliver Taylor, representing Mrs. Salazar," he introduced himself."I'm here to deliver these documents. It needs to be done as soon as possible as per your wife's instruction," Oliver stated, his tone businesslike as he handed Zach an envelope.Zach's jaw clenched as he took the envelope from Oliver, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He quickly scanned the contents, his expression darkening with each
Evangeline had already indulged in a few drinks, and with each sip, her desire to dance grew stronger. With enough liquid courage coursing through her veins, she rose from her seat and gracefully made her way to the dance floor.Dancing was more than just a pastime for Evangeline; it was a passion. As she moved to the rhythm of the music, her body seemed to effortlessly glide across the floor, drawing the attention of onlookers with every graceful sway and twist. Among her many talents, dancing was undoubtedly her forte.The DJ who recognized Evangeline's presence, skillfully transitioned the music to match her energy and style. The new beat and rhythm enveloped the dance floor, casting a spell that captivated everyone within its reach. Men and women alike found themselves moving in sync with the music, their bodies swaying and gyrating as if under a hypnotic trance.But amidst the crowd of mesmerized dancers, Evangeline stood out. Unlike the others who danced with abandon, she moved
As the car glided through the silent streets, Evangeline's gaze fixed on the sonogram that had slipped out from Zach's wallet. The image seemed to mock her.Although Evangeline was still drunk, the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.The sonogram couldn't possibly be hers.She was unable to conceive, a fact that had haunted her for years, silently eroding her sense of worth and leaving her feeling broken and incomplete. Her mind now remembering every bit of pain she has recently experienced.Tears blurred her vision as the weight of that truth settled heavily upon her shoulders. The sonogram represented everything she had ever wanted but could never have – the joy of motherhood, the promise of new life, the love that seemed to elude her at every turn.After discreetly returning the sonogram to Zach's wallet, a surge of emotion enveloped Evangeline that cleared the haze of drunkenness from her mind. She glanced at Zach who remained lost in his thoughts as she emitted a weary sigh
Evangeline stirred in her sleep as she felt a faint discomfort tugging at her subconscious. With a groan, she shifted in bed, attempting to find a more comfortable position. However, as soon as she opened her eyes, a wave of nausea washed over her, causing her to bolt upright in bed.She frantically stumbled out of bed. Her feet fumbling against the soft carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. Each step felt like an eternity as she fought against the rising sensation of sickness in her stomach.Finally reaching the bathroom, Evangeline barely had time to slam the door shut before she doubled over the lavatory, retching violently as her body purged itself of whatever had caused her discomfort.Sweat beaded on her forehead as she clung to the porcelain bowl. Her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode out the waves of nausea. After what felt like an eternity, the violent heaving subsided, leaving Evangeline trembling and weak.She slowly pushed herself upright, wiping a shaky hand