Evelyn Strikes Back!

CHAPTER 03 Evelyn's POV

CHAPTER 03

Evelyn's POV

Disregarding my rants, his gaze fixes on Samantha, "We already discussed this Samantha, Evelyn is clearly still mourning."

Pain rumbles deep in my chest and I sob harder. So this was true, he was indirectly admitting it by attacking me.

"How dare you cheat on me right under my daughter's nose!" I shriek, grabbing his collar, "What sort of father are you?"

"Logan, while I was away, you were busy sleeping with my sister and concocting lies over video calls! Logan you..."

"Enough!" My father barked, shoving the remaining words down my throat. "I will not have you scream down my property." He sighs.

Couldn't Father see the pain in my eyes... couldn't he see that everything happening was tugging desperately at my sanity... that I lost my daughter whom I missed every day, only to hear my sister was sleeping with my husband... couldn't he...

Yet all he cared for was his property?

"Father, Mother, didn't you both hear what Logan just did? He's been cheating on me with my sister!" My eyes widen more, wondering why the heck they haven't said a word to support me.

"That's not enough reason to bring down the roof, okay? After all, we've once warned you against him and you never listened." My mother pauses, glancing at Logan, a proud grin dancing on her lips.

"Logan here has proven useful. He has won several awards in the Fashion industry, and he's the country's top fashion designer. We would need him in our company and he also has to take responsibility for impregnating Samantha."

My brain is fried at this point and all I see is red.

"Mum? What?!" How could she say this, seeing how unfair it was for me. She was supposed to be fixing our marriage, not destroying it.

"Don't you dare question me! If you didn't abandon your husband and daughter to pursue some stupid career, your husband wouldn't have eyes for another woman. Maybe you would have been able to stop Olivia from dying too!"

Enraged, I lash out at her, "Don't you dare paint me a bad mother because you both are the worst parents anyone can ever have. I didn't abandon my child," tears mingle with my wobbly lips, "I left her under the care of her father. As for you both, you failed to train Samantha well which is why she shamelessly spread her legs for another woman's husband!"

"At least my daughter's alive, where's yours?" Mother returned, her words sharp and drawing blood.

"Enough!" Father slams hard on the table to put a stop to the banter.

"Evelyn, I called you here because I have a proposal for you. Samantha is engaged to Aaron Carson and they are supposed to get married in three weeks. The marriage is supposed to strike an alliance with the Carson's consortium."

"How am I connected with this?"

"I need you to replace Samantha since you'll divorce soon, and I can even pay you for it."

I wasn’t so surprised by his shameless demands. Because business is what they’ve cared about and I've always been a pawn to them.

"You'll need the money, Evelyn, from what I've gathered, you have practically nothing to your name." Mother adds smartly.

"True," I nod in agreement, "But over my dead body will I let you trade me for profit."

Standing up, I turn to Logan, "We are done!"

I yell and begin running towards the exit door.

I can hear Logan's footfall as he runs after me, and I turn back to stare at him.

But before he gets to me, Samantha holds tightly to the hem of his shirt saying, "If you step a foot out, then forget about me and our unborn child."

He halted in his steps and then turned around and sat back on his chair at the dinner table.

That was the last slice of heartbreak.

I ran out and the moment I entered my car, I let my tears flow, pouring out my rage by hitting my arms on the steering wheel. Passersby stared at me like I was insane but I didn't care.

It broke me, perhaps beyond repair, that Logan chose my sister over me.

I ignite the car and drive home. The moment I get out of my car, and lock it, I enter the house and burst into a random room.

Turns out I haven't entered the room ever since I arrived.

Toys, painting books, and kids' stuff are scattered around. I can remember the pink large teddy bear lying on her bed. She got it on her 4th birthday and Logan showed it to me during a video call.

This was my daughter's room.

I reach closer to touch the teddy bear. "Olivia, did you cradle it while thinking of Mum?" Tears brim my eyes as I lift the teddy and hug it to my chest.

I am about to sit on her bed when my feet catch on something.

It's a bottle that should never be seen anywhere close to a kid's room. I pick it up and have a look. The label gives me the knowledge of its use, making a shiver run down my spine.