Evie sat before the dresser mirror, her fingers working through her hair, trying to slick it into a perfect bun. But it wasn’t working—no matter how tight she pulled, it still felt messy. Everything did.
She really didn't like what she was about to do, but it seemed she'd been robbed of her free will these days.
The day she'd confronted Nolan for the umpteenth time, she'd packed all she needed and moved to one of the guest rooms.
Not like he cared or stopped her.
He was seriously hurting her, and she knew he knew it.
I mean, she'd slept with Colton for him. To shut Colton up. To save their marriage, didn't she? He should have been grateful…right?
Instead, he was putting a rope around her neck and pulling her to the hospital to have a needle shoved into her skin.
A sob slipped out, a
