Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 105

The company had been hit with a series of problems, starting with the investment project in Graymont City, followed by issues with a major bid.

As the one in charge of the entire company, the pressure and responsibility on Evan were immense.

Emma hadn't even said a word, yet Evan was the one airing his grievances.

He was already under a great deal of stress from work, and coming home to Emma's cold shoulder left him feeling hurt and suffocated. Things had seemed slightly better at dinner, and he had allowed himself to feel a glimmer of hope, only to have it dashed again.

"Every time I try to talk to you properly, you shut me out. You keep everything bottled up, lost in whatever you're thinking about. I come home after an exhausting day and I have to deal with your sour face. We've been married for years, can you stop being so dramatic? How long are you going to give me the silent treatment? Will you stop torturing me?!"

As his tirade crescendoed, Evan ripped off his glasses and slammed them onto the nightstand.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

Emma stood frozen, completely blindsided by his outburst. She was so taken aback that she just stared up at him, her eyes wide with confusion and a sense of unfamiliarity, wondering if she had misheard him.

Her body was rigid. Water from her hair had soaked the collar of her pajamas, spreading a cold, damp patch across her back. She felt chilled to the bone.

Just then, Evan seemed to come to his senses. He took a step back, realizing the harshness of his tone. He slumped tiredly and mumbled, "I'm sorry..."

"Evan, do you have any goddamn shame?"

Emma took a step back, her eyes red with fury. "Between the two of us, who wronged who first? You feel wronged? What right do you have to feel wronged? I ignore you for a bit, I don't talk to you, and you fall apart. But did you ever think about me? Did you ever think about all those times you were out screwing around for months on end, never coming home, never seeing me? When I'd go to your office and couldn't even find you? Do you think I wasn't hurting then? Do you think I didn't feel wronged?!"

"I've been with you since I was sixteen! What haven't I endured for you? So why is it that after I stick by you until you've made it big, I'm suddenly the bad guy? I'm the one who deserves to be abandoned, ignored, and neglected? You tell me! Tell me!"

The thought that her life was almost over while everything was still in shambles caused all the resentment she had suppressed for so long to finally explode.

Emma lunged forward and grabbed the collar of Evan's shirt, her eyes filled with anguish and bitterness. "You ruined my life! You fucking ruined it! You think I'm not tired? Do you have any idea how tired I am?! I've been done with you for a long time! If you're so tired too, then just divorce me! I'm not begging you to stay!"