ARTHUR
Evelyn stood her ground, and I ended up getting thrown out of her house.
I got home and stormed out of my car, furious. By the time I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door so hard the walls rattled.
She was the one who stole my money. The one who lied to me about my child. And somehow, she was the angry one.
How the hell was that fair?
I stood in front of the mirror, loosening my tie with enough force to nearly choke myself. The bedroom door opened, and Samantha walked in.
“Hey. I got home and was wondering where you were,” she said, closing the door behind her.
I ignored her, even as our eyes met through the mirror.
She moved closer until her chest pressed against my back.
I closed my eyes and took a slow breath.
“What?” Sam asked softly when I didn’t react. “You don’t w
