[Evelyn’s POV]
I should have just gone to bed.
My body felt heavy and my feet were killing me. Yet the thought of going back to that damn bedroom which I pointlessly shared with a man who doesn’t want to have any part of me in his life, made me grimace with displeasure.
Yes, I was tired—both physically and emotionally. When I had gotten back to the bedroom, I carefully undid the back laces of my dress and did my best to climb out of fit before heading into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
While the hot water worked its magic on my aching muscles, I wished it was enough to wash away the last several hours of my life too. Or, at the very least, make me forget all the horrible words that had been tossed at me.
I felt a little better once I was back in my usual clothes. As beau
