“Martin, do you know? Three months ago, I almost died in a car accident. We lost our child.”
Evelyn’s voice was calm, but Martin felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him.
He reached for her, but she stepped back, her eyes cold.
“I didn’t know… Evelyn, I swear I didn’t know…”
She laughed, cutting him off.
“Of course you didn’t. That day, I called you over and over. You said you were too busy to answer, but I know the truth–you were with her, watching the sunrise.”
She pulled out her phone, showing him the post Stella had made–the one she’d seen after waking up from surgery.
“Martin, do you need me to remind you of all the times you chose her over me? The lies, the excuses, the way you
kissed her that night when you were drunk?”
Her voice was steady, but every word cut deeper.
“Even I know you have to let go of the past before starting something new. You’re thirty, Martin, not thirteen. Why don’t you get that?”
He stood there, his face pale, as she listed every betrayal.
“I was wrong,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, give me another chance. I’ll never leave you again.”
Evelyn shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you? You married me because I looked like her. Now she’s back, and you’re free. Why do
you even care if I forgive you? We’re divorced, aren’t you finally getting what you wanted, to be
with her?”
“No!” He grabbed her hand, desperate. “I don’t love her. I never wanted to leave you.”
But his words rang hollow.
She pulled her hand away, her smile polite but distant.
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