Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 40

Evan knelt down, bringing his face closer to hers. Her warm breath fanned across his cheek, the familiar scent of her filling his senses.

He had never felt such a profound sense of peace, but the memory of her aloofness and disregard while she was awake was still vivid.

He frowned at her sleeping form. He admitted he liked to play around, but in his heart, everyone besides Emma was just a distraction. They were just amusements to spice up his otherwise boring life, nothing more. No one could ever replace Emma’s place in his heart.

For a long time, he had thought he’d grown tired of her, tired of the decade they had spent together, which was why he sought excitement elsewhere.

But after playing the field for a while, the lonely days were over, yet his long-time love had become a stranger.

Evan didn’t know what had gone wrong. They had been in situations like this before, but after they fought, he would offer a simple apology, give her an out, and she’d accept it. This time was different.

He couldn’t figure it out, and there were no answers to be found.

In the early hours of the morning, Jason, drifting in and out of sleep, received a call from his boss.

“Starting tomorrow, I want you to find out what my wife has been up to lately.”

If she wasn’t going to tell him, he would find the answers himself.

After hanging up, Evan stepped back into the bedroom from the balcony and turned off the last lamp. He lifted the covers and slid into bed, pressing himself close to Emma.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his hand gently on her stomach. He nestled his head closer, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.

Closing his eyes, he thought, *Finally, I can get a good night’s sleep.*

When he woke the next morning, the space beside him was already empty. Evan had slept unusually late; it was already noon.

Downstairs, Mrs. Alvarez was setting the table. Seeing him awake, she greeted him with a smile. “Good morning, sir. Lunch is ready. Would you like to eat now?”

So, Evan didn’t believe a word of Mrs. Alvarez’s explanation, though he didn’t call her out on it.

He sat down, finished his lunch, and then left for the office.

Elsewhere, Emma’s chemotherapy session for the day required a bone marrow biopsy. As the thick needle was inserted into her hip bone, she bit down hard on a clean towel she had prepared beforehand. She didn’t make a sound or shed a single tear.

When it was all over, her entire body, especially her lower back, ached as if she’d been run over by a truck.

Her forehead was slick with cold sweat as she lay limply on the hospital bed, gasping for breath.

Nathan pulled off his gloves and went to the sink to wash his hands. He glanced at the woman behind him through the mirror.

He was somewhat surprised. He had expected that, given her personality, she would have a complete meltdown today. But there was nothing—no crying, not even a single cry of pain.