Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 16

Evan continued to coax her. "Honey, please, I know you're still mad. If you're angry, you can hit me, you can yell at me, just like you used to. You can throw a fit however you want! Just please... don't be like this..."

Emma had been acting too strangely lately. He was really getting unused to it, and a sense of unease was growing inside him.

"Evan..."

"Yes, I'm here."

Emma lifted her head from his chest. Tears welled in her eyes, her gaze full of reluctance, but she still insisted, "Let's separate. Let's just separate... I'm begging you..."

Her tears fell as she choked back a sob.

Emma was crying harder than she ever had before, heartbroken.

She said she was begging him. Begging him to agree to a separation.

Evan's body trembled. He let his hands fall from her shoulders and took a step back, staring at Emma with a mixture of disbelief and fury.

"Stop joking around with me, Emma."

His temple throbbed, and he was seething with rage, but he still managed to keep his voice controlled. "That's enough. I've already admitted I was wrong and apologized. I swallowed my pride to comfort you. You need to know when to stop."

"I'm not joking, and I'm not making a scene. Evan, let's get a divorce. I'm begging you..."

"Fine. Great!"

Evan clenched his jaw and suddenly grabbed Emma's arm, dragging her toward the door. "You want a divorce? If you want a divorce, then get out! Get out! This is my house, what right do you have to be here! Go, just go!"

Emma stood outside, staring at the front door for a long time.

Realizing that Evan really wasn't going to open it for her, she wrapped her arms around herself and started walking down the mountain, shivering.

Gusts of wind battered her. Emma knew she must look pathetic. Her hip-length nightdress clung to her bare skin, the thin, silky material offering no protection from the cold.

After being exposed to the wind for so long, the cold gave her a splitting headache.

Her only option was to walk down the mountain, but she had no idea where she was going.

By the time Nathan finished his last shift, it was nearly ten at night. As he drove away from the hospital, he stopped at a red light and casually glanced at the sidewalk to his left, where he saw a vaguely familiar figure.