Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 15

Emma’s expression was extremely calm when she said this. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze, as she looked at Evan, became clear—clearer than it had ever been before.

“What are you talking about? Are you still throwing a fit?”

Evan was stunned for a moment before finally responding.

He walked over to a small table and poured himself a glass of water. The cool liquid helped him calm down a bit.

“I’m not kidding. I’m serious.”

Emma got out of bed and followed him. She walked to the coat rack, took down the purse she had been carrying, and pulled out a neatly folded document from inside. Then, she held it out to Evan.

Divorce Agreement. The two large words seemed to glare under the bright overhead light.

Evan only glanced at it before quickly looking away. He turned his gaze to Emma. “Just because of what happened this afternoon? Is that really necessary?”

“No, it’s not about this afternoon.” It’s about everything that happened before.

Emma didn’t say the second part. She just stared back at Evan, her expression serene.

“Fine. Okay. You want a divorce, I can do that. I don’t care…”

Seeing how determined she was, Evan’s heart hammered with panic, but he feigned indifference, nodding in agreement as he took the papers from her.

He flipped through them for only a second before snapping the document shut.

“This is unreasonable.”

“The shares. Speaking of shares, that reminds me.”

Evan sneered back. “Fine, Emma. You want a divorce, I won’t stop you. But for all these years, you’ve done nothing at home, living off of me for everything you ate and used. I’ll be generous and won't ask you to pay me back. You can just walk away with nothing. Consider it a final courtesy for our marriage. How about that?”

Hearing Evan’s shameless words, Emma’s brows finally furrowed tightly. Her eyes were filled with a bleak exhaustion. The smile left her face, and she sighed softly. “Why do this? Do you really have to destroy our eleven years together with no room for anything else?”

A sharp pain pierced Evan’s heart. What he had said was just out of anger, meant to scare Emma into backing down. He could never truly bear to divorce her.

He moved closer and pulled her into his arms. Evan softened his voice, coaxing her gently, “Emma, I was wrong. I was just talking nonsense. I don't want to be apart from you. You know my temper, and you’re deliberately provoking me. Let’s not separate, let’s not get a divorce, okay?”

Emma didn't speak, nor did she push him away this time. She just let him hold her, completely still in his embrace.