Evie adjusted her dark shades as she struggled to read the percentage of alcohol on the wine she was staring at.
She normally wouldn't do this—go shopping on her own. But lately she just seemed so set off by everything and everyone.
Maybe it was the baby, maybe it was Nolan's condescending attitude, or maybe it's the fact that three days ago she had to lie in a hospital bed, her eyes shut while a needle was shoved into her arm…on live TV.
“You're okay." Nolan had repeated while she dug her nails into his hand, as the needle went in.
‘Okay my foot,’ she thought bitterly. ‘He’s not the one being distrusted and dragged like a cheating slut by the entire f*****g city.’
None of this wouldn’t have happened if she'd left him a long time ago, when the red flags first waved. But she just could
