Carla’s P.O.V.
“Evelyn Campbell!”
How could I forget this name? This was the title of my miserable story, which was initiated by the dark day of our first meeting.
That visual bomb with no sense of fashion was the perfect choice for my plan, no one could replace a dumb girl like her. For me, it was just a simple trade, but it turned out to be the stupidest mistake of the century.
I made sure to send her away, how did she manage that disastrous comeback? Why did Zuriel divorce me for that slut? And how was she even pregnant with his child? This mystery remained unsolved because of my own troubles; otherwise, I would have interrogated her for sure.
Any way, all praise to my mom’s efforts, my life was back on the track, as that dumb Henry wasn’t much of the inconvenience. He was dedicat
