Evelyn's POV
The look on his face had changed.
The raw, shameless hunger from a moment ago was gone, replaced by something eerily familiar—softness, warmth, that carefully constructed affection he had shown me earlier today, as if nothing had happened, as if he could simply step back into the role and expect me to follow.
God.
I really had been an i***t.
Just hours ago, he had reminded me it was our anniversary, told me he loved me, given me a gift, arranged everything down to the smallest detail, and even—ironically—managed to keep up appearances at the party, holding back in front of every woman he’d slept with, making sure I never lost face in public.
He really deserved an Oscar.
“What exactly is there to explain?” I let out a short, cold laugh, the sound brittle even to my own e
