Hired As His Eyes, Bound As His Wife

Chapter 3: Running from the Ruins

Evelyn pov

I felt sick to my stomach watching them like that. The way they touched each other like nothing else mattered, like I did not exist in that house anymore. It was suffocating, standing there and realizing I had been completely replaced without warning. My chest tightened, but I refused to let them see me crumble. Without saying a word, I turned away and walked upstairs, each step heavy, controlled, and deliberate like I was holding myself together with the last thread of dignity I had left.

I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. Even though it felt like my heart was being ripped apart slowly, painfully, piece by piece. By the time I got into my room, I slammed the door hard behind me, the sound echoing through the silence like a small act of rebellion. I slid down against the door until I hit the floor, and that was when everything I had been holding back came crashing down. The tears came without permission, unstoppable, raw, and humiliating.

I cried like everything inside me was collapsing. Like all the trust, all the love, all the memories meant absolutely nothing. My own mother and the man I had planned a future with, choosing each other over me without a second thought. It broke something deep inside me, something I knew I would never fully fix again. At some point, exhaustion took over, and I must have fallen asleep right there on the floor, I woke up feeling empty and drained.

When I checked my phone, it was already late in the evening. Hours had passed like they meant nothing, like my pain had been paused and resumed without my consent. For a moment, I just stared at the screen, trying to gather myself, trying to breathe normally again. I kept telling myself to get up, to move, to act like I still had control, even when everything around me proved that I didn’t.

I finally stood up and stepped out of my room, a small part of me hoping they were gone. That maybe I wouldn’t have to face that humiliation again tonight. But the moment I heard their laughter, loud and careless, I knew I had been foolish to hope. It hit me before I even saw them, sharp and deliberate, like they wanted me to hear every second of it, like my pain was nothing more than background noise to their happiness.

I froze where I stood, my body refusing to move as my eyes landed on them again. This time, it was worse, much worse. They were tangled together without shame, completely lost in themselves, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. He moved in and out of her smoothly and in clear persistence, Yes bby” go deeper my mom said with no shame, My mother’s voice filled the room in a way that made my skin crawl, and the sight of him, exposed and unbothered, made disgust rise so violently in my chest I thought I might choke on it.

I turned around immediately and rushed back to my room, my hands shaking as I shut the door behind me. I pressed my back against it, breathing heavily, trying desperately to erase the image from my mind, but it clung to me like a stain I couldn’t wash away. This was not my life. It couldn’t be. And yet, it was happening, right in front of me, tearing everything apart.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and scrolled straight to the one person I knew wouldn’t fail me. Amara. She picked up almost immediately, her voice filled with concern as she called my name. I didn’t waste time explaining everything in detail. “I need to get out,” I said quickly, my voice betraying me despite my effort to stay calm. “I can’t stay here, not tonight, not like this.”

She paused for a second before telling me about an event happening later that night. Her boyfriend had invited her, and she could ask if I could come along. The idea of going out felt strange, almost pointless, but staying in that house felt worse. When she mentioned it was a welcome event for Adrian Warrick, the heir to the Warrick empire who had just survived an accident, I barely reacted cause none of it mattered, all I needed was an escape.

“Call him,” I told her immediately. “Ask if I can come with you.” The call ended shortly after, and I found myself pacing my room, my heart beating faster than it should. I didn’t even know why I was nervous. Maybe because I needed this too much, maybe because tonight felt like the only chance I had to breathe again. When my phone rang, I answered immediately.

“He agreed,” Amara said, and just like that, relief flooded through me. She explained that there had been an extra invite anyway, and I could take it. I thanked her quietly, already moving toward my wardrobe because time was no longer on my side. One hour, that was all I had to pull myself together and become someone else entirely.

The shower helped a little, the water washing over my skin like it could rinse away the pain, even though I knew it couldn’t. I stepped out and went straight to my wardrobe, my hands moving quickly until I found the dress. My blue sapphire dress. It hugged my body perfectly, elegant and bold, the kind of dress that made a statement without trying too hard. I needed that tonight, I needed to feel like I still had power over myself and my life.

I put it on carefully, letting it settle against my skin before moving to the mirror. My makeup was light but precise, just enough to hide the redness in my eyes and the storm behind them. I sprayed my perfume lightly, letting the scent wrap around me like armor. When I looked at myself again, I didn’t see the girl who had cried on the floor. And that was exactly what I wanted.

I slipped into my heels and walked toward the door, making sure each step echoed through the house. Let them hear me. Let them know I was still here, still standing, still unbothered, even if it was nothing but a carefully constructed lie. When I reached the living room, I saw them again, still tangled up in their mess, still lost in each other like nothing else mattered.

He tried to adjust himself the moment he noticed me, like he suddenly remembered I existed. His d**k perfectly shaped “dang it” I spouted. I almost laughed at the irony of him existing. “What are you covering?” I muttered, my voice dripping with cold disdain as I turned my face away., disgust filled every part of me, sharp and unforgiving. Thank God I never gave this fool my virginity!! Pfft! How did I date “it?”

I walked straight toward the door without stopping, without hesitating, refusing to give them another second of my presence. “Where are you going?” he asked, like he still had the right to question me. I paused, turned slightly, and looked in his direction with nothing but indifference. “That is not for you to bother about anymore,” I said coldly before opening the door.

And then I slammed it behind me.

The sound echoed into the night, heavy and final, like I had just closed a chapter of my life for good. But deep down, as I stepped away from that house, I knew something I wasn’t ready to admit yet.

This was not the end.

It was only the beginning.