Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 139

“What do you say? Let’s go back to Riverside Millford.”

Evan repeated his suggestion.

This time, Emma didn’t remain silent. She sat up, her brow furrowed as she looked at him. “Evan, what kind of nonsense are you talking now?”

Her tone held no trace of happiness, only pure disbelief and sarcasm.

Evan just smiled, unfazed. He walked over, poured a glass of warm water from the pitcher, and set it on the nightstand closest to her. “I’m serious,” he said softly. “We haven’t been back in years. Don’t you want to see it again?”

Riverside Millford...

Her hand, hidden under the covers, slowly clenched into a fist. Of course she wanted to go back, but—

“I think you’re forgetting something.”

Seeing her serious expression, Evan couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s that?”

“Evan, we’re divorced.”

After she said the words with grave seriousness, the man fell silent.

“...Oh.”

But just a moment later, he responded in a calm, even tone, his face betraying no emotion.

“We still have twenty-three days, don’t we? It’s not finalized yet.”

“So?”

Emma frowned. They had already signed the divorce agreement. What difference did it make?

Evan’s smile faded. He looked at her seriously and said, “So, we are *getting* divorced, not ‘divorced,’ as you put it.”

She was speechless. She didn’t know what to say to that.

Defeated, she flopped back onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself again, making it clear she had no intention of speaking to him further.

Evan chuckled at her reaction. He didn't leave or get angry. Instead, he walked over to the closet, opened it, and started pulling out his winter coats and scarves, tossing them all onto the bed.

His snarky tone was the last straw. Emma threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.

“Hey! Be careful!”

In his panic, seeing her move so suddenly, Evan’s heart leaped into his throat, worried about the baby.

Emma didn’t notice his unusual reaction. After jumping off the bed, she bent down, scooped up all of Evan’s coats, and threw them onto the floor.

With the bed cleared, she lay back down, pulled the covers up, and said coldly, “If you want to pack, do it somewhere else. Don’t disturb my sleep.”

“I... Emma!”

Evan was exasperated with her, but there was nothing he could do. He just stood there, staring at her for a moment before meekly bending down to pick up the clothes he’d just thrown on the floor.

The door opened and then clicked shut.

Once his footsteps faded away and she heard him go downstairs, Emma slowly opened her eyes.