My Husband Fell for My Look-Alike

Chapter 4

"Mrs. Lawson, please don't get the wrong idea. I had nowhere to stay, and Mr. Lawson just let me crash here for a few days. I promise I'll never come between you two!"

The young woman was so fresh she looked as if she might bruise at a touch. Even her eyes shone with an innocent, guileless light.

Her features were a near mirror of Evelyn's younger self.

No surprise Steven was taken with her.

Evelyn scanned the room. What was once a monochrome space was now drowned in sickly pink—pink bedsheets, pink curtains... Even the wardrobe had been painted pink.

This was no longer her sanctuary.

Steven looked up, brow furrowed. "Evelyn, let me explain."

"Explain, then," she said.

After a weighted pause, he spoke. "Iris reminds me of how you used to be. Give me time. I won't divorce you."

"That's right, Mrs. Lawson!" Iris chimed in. "I'd never steal someone's husband. You're drenched—have some tea!"

She approached with a cup. Evelyn shoved it away. "I don't want it!"

"Oh no—"

The glass shattered at their feet. A shard sliced into Evelyn's calf, drawing blood.

Iris's eyes instantly brimmed with tears as she cowered to collect the pieces. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. Please don't be mad!"

Steven hauled her upright and glared at Evelyn. "She was only afraid you'd catch a cold. She wanted to get you a cup of tea. Can't you cut her some slack? Was this necessary?"

Evelyn went rigid under his frosty glare.

She was the one bleeding.

Looking down at her wound, she let out a hollow laugh. "Open your f*****g eyes, Steven. She dropped it. I never touched her. The cut's on my leg, not hers!"

Steven's face darkened. "Do you really have to be so hard on a young girl? Evelyn, when did you become so bitter? What happened to the kind, innocent you from five years ago?"

That was the word he chose for her—Bitter.

Evelyn felt utterly drained. Steven had complained to friends countless times that she wasn't as sweet and innocent as before.

She'd always brushed it off, believing he treasured everything she'd given him. Yet to him, it had all turned into bitterness.

Evelyn said nothing more and turned away.

The sting in her calf was sharp, but nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

She stepped out of the company building and gazed up at the 28th floor.

The lights were out.

'What are Steven and Iris doing? Having s*x? Could that girl even please him? Or, like their messages suggested, is he too reluctant to even touch her?'

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from Steven.

Steven: She's upset. I'll stay with her tonight. Evelyn, get home safe.

She didn't reply, just turned off her phone.

That night, she returned with a high fever, took medicine, and slept until noon the next day.

As she woke, a familiar voice floated up from downstairs.

"Steven, will Mrs. Lawson mind if I move in?"