Chapter 295

Evangeline could barely make out Walter's profile in the dim light by the roadside. "So, you think you can treat me this way just because you're angry?

"Walter, what do you think I am? Some kind of pleasure device?"

Evangeline's voice thundered in the cramped car, shaking Walter to his core. She wrenched herself from his grip and fixed her clothes right in front of him.

At that moment, she was not just Walter's wife. She was the untouchable, golden girl of the Foster family, and she would not stand for this treatment from any man! Her clothes were the last shred of dignity she clung to in Walter's presence.

"Walter, this is goodbye!" She meant they were done for good.

Walter's ears rang with the slam of the car door, leaving him in a silence so deep he could hear his own heart breaking. He looked around the empty car, feeling a hollow echo inside himself. His undone belt and pants were a silent testament to his recent actions.

In a moment of self-loathing, Walter slapped himself