Evander’s POV
I was extrely furious that Susan had twisted my words. Yes, I may have once muttered sothing about "revenge" in a mont of anger when Claire left. But to hear Susan bring it up like it was real... it made my blood boil. I wanted to crack open Susan’s brain to see exactly what she was trying to gain with her lies.
But Claire’s reaction to Susan’s words hit harder than I expected. She wasn’t just hurt— she believed I had betrayed her and that I had an affair. I wanted to deny it all and tell her that it was all accusations, but I stopped myself. There was sothing deeper that I wanted to know and the things that I didn’t fully understand. I needed to hear it. I needed to know why she had left in the first place.
Yes, losing our child was devastating— anyone would feel crushed. But why hadn’t she told about our baby? Why had she faced it alone? Why did she believe I had been with soone else?
It felt like there were endless questions twisting up inside , filling with regret and frustration. She thought I had abandoned her and left her for another woman. But standing here now, looking at how hurt she was... I could tell that she was not saying those words out of anger.
I wanted her to explain, but when she said that she loved and I betrayed her, made my hurt crush into pieces.
Did she really love ? A question popped up in my mind as I tried to control my beating heart. She actually loved and didn’t feel repulsive toward !
I dragged her out of the apartnt with as the sight of Susan made lose my temper.
I was shocked that she loved , but the venom in Claire’s words was more surprising. She had always been quiet, never openly challenged , and raised her voice at like this. But now, here she was... there was rage in her eyes, her voice trembling with raw anger. The accusations were harsh, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
"Divorce papers? What the hell are you talking about, Claire?" I asked, my voice barely concealing my frustration. Did she really think I had gone that far? Did she honestly believe I would want a divorce?
She looked away, her eyes misty, but the fury hadn’t left her face. I felt pain with her every word of accusation!
"You made feel like a rag doll, Evander!" she snapped, her voice rising as she pushed back again. I could feel her pain through her harsh words, and it killed inside. "Your family treated like a joke; your mistress showed my place every chance she got. Do you know how many tis I thought of leaving? But I held on... hoping you would co back, that you would explain everything."
I gritted my teeth, struggling to stay calm, but hearing her pain hurt. How had things beco this twisted? How did she ever co to believe that I had betrayed her?
"Claire, you have got it wrong," I managed, grabbing her hands, trying to keep her from pushing away again. "You never wanted close, rember? You were the one who pushed away from the start, the one who told to stay out of your life. How could you suddenly turn around and accuse of betrayal?"
My voice grew sharper as my only intention was to push her enough so that she could end up telling the truth. "And what divorce papers? You think I wanted a divorce? I never even signed anything like that."
But anger was clear as she looked back at . Sowhere in her mind, she had convinced herself that I had cast her aside, that I had chosen another woman over her.
It didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t ignore her pain. "Claire, there is sothing going on here— sothing I don’t understand," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Tell what you saw. What made you think I didn’t care?"
Her eyes flickered; there was sothing unreadable in her gaze— a mix of hurt and distrust. As much as I wanted answers, it was clear we were both standing on broken ground.
But if she thought I would let her walk away after this, she was wrong. I loved her... Just she had loved ! No, I still love her! I loved her even before I knew I was capable of loving anyone.
Claire was the only woman I had ever truly loved, the only woman I had ever touched. So how could she even think I had a mistress? And what about those divorce papers in my study— where did they co from? Hadn’t she sent a lawyer to file a divorce the mont I returned?
A number of questions flooded my mind; each of them left more confused. And what about my family? Had they treated her the way I was being treated back then? Weren’t they the ones who had pushed into this marriage in the first place?
I had always assud she was my mother’s choice, her "favorite" for . That is why she was so determined to see us married, no matter the cost. But now... now I was starting to wonder what had really gone on behind my back. What had happened between us to bring us to this point?
"Don’t you dare act innocent now, Evander!" Claire’s voice cut through my thoughts, snapping back to the harsh reality before .
I looked into her eyes, and all I could see was pain and hatred staring back at . I knew that whatever I said now wouldn’t make a difference. No words could soften the anger and betrayal she felt, so I decided to keep quiet, letting her unleash her frustration on . Maybe, just maybe, it would help ease the pain she was carrying.
I had watched her nearly break down back in the apartnt, her breaths coming in quick and shallow gasps as she fought to hold herself together. I knew she couldn’t bear to stay there a second longer. So I had brought her outside with the hope that the open air might calm her, give her room to breathe, and she might continue the talk if she needed to.
"I want to leave!" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. But before she could take a step, I grabbed her hand, holding her firmly in place.
"You are not allowed to leave ," I said, my voice steady and determined. How could I let her walk away from again? Especially now, when she was clearly struggling, her breaths were shallow and uneven. She wasn’t in any condition to go anywhere, and I wasn’t about to let her either
"You are my wife, and—" I started, but before I could finish, she yanked her hand out of my grasp as she glared at sharply.
"Don’t you dare try to hold back, Evander!" she snapped. There was fire in her eyes. But before she could take another step, her body wavered. In an instant she slumped forward, collapsing against .
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