“You look like you’ve lost weight. Is it because you’ve been thinking about your ex-lover?” Evelyn asked as we entered the pack house, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
By ex-lover, she meant Gina.
Evelyn was the only one who dared bring up Gina without my permission. Not because she was allowed—she just never listened. She hadn’t yet pushed me to my breaking point, and for that, I was grateful. If Evelyn lived under my roof every single day, she’d likely be dead by now.
“You never listen,” I snapped, my tone sharp. “Don’t bring up Gina unless I allow it.”
“Then what’s made you thin?” she shot back, unfazed. “Is there some b***h in here sucking you dry?”
I chuckled softly, despite myself. Evelyn had no idea how close to the truth she often got.
I pushed open the mansion doors, and the
