Evelyn swept a dismissive glance over Chloe and went to leave again. But a large hand shot out and clamped tight around her wrist out of nowhere.
Leo had woken up at some point.
His face was as pale as paper, but terrifying rage blazed in his eyes as he snarled.
"I just got sick, and you're already running to divorce me?"
"Let go." Evelyn didn't want anything more to do with either of them, or waste another breath talking. "The divorce papers will be delivered to you today."
"Evelyn!" Leo's fingers squeezed harder, hard enough to crush her wrist bone. "I really misjudged you—"
"When have you ever judged anyone right?!" Evelyn finally snapped.
She wrenched her wrist out of his grip with every ounce of strength she had, and spoke in a firm, unshakable voice that cut through the empty
