Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 35

Chapter 3

I grabbed some hangover patches and went to find Jon.

Through the window of the private room, I saw him surrounded by guys.

“Dude, you literally control the whole draw. Evelyn’s been a laughingstock for five years, you really think she won’t figure out you’ve been screwing her over this whole

time?”

My hand froze on the door handle. My chest just… tightened.

Jon shrugged. “She’s not ready to be a Hartwell wife yet. I can’t bring her home like this. And honestly? Even if she finds out, who cares? I’ll smooth it over. She’ll get over

it.”

The floor was heated, but I felt like I was freezing from the inside out.

All those years. All that begging, praying, hoping. For nothing.

I was the joke, all right.

“Maybe Evelyn lets it slide. But what about her family?”

Jon hesitated, then shrugged it off. “They’re three thousand miles away in Sunnydale. What are they gonna do about it?”

Three thousand miles.

I’d crossed them at eighteen, stupid in love. Now they were just another reason people

looked down on me.

I let

go of the door handle. Smiled at how dumb I’d been.

Then the door opened from inside.

Tiffany came out with two bottles, all fake surprise and sugary smiles. “Evie! You came! Join us!”

She pulled me in before I could stop her.

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The patches went flying.

Tiffany settled onto Jon’s lap like she owned it. “You’re so thoughtful. Not like me, just keep pouring drinks because I know Jon can handle it.”

Jon looked pleased. Reached out.

I ignored his hand, dropped the patches in the trash.

“If you can handle it, you don’t need these.”

His hand hung there for a second. Then he slid it down Tiffany’s shirt, all revenge. “You’re right, babe. I can handle it. Don’t need someone nagging me.”

Awkward silence. Someone suggested truth or dare.

The bottle spun. Landed on Jon.

The guy asking looked between us. “Pick someone here to spend the night with.”

I wasn’t paying attention. My phone:

Alex: [Everything’s set. Christmas Eve, I’m taking you home.]

Before I could reply, my phone got smacked out of my hand.

Jon had my wrist, squeezing hard, eyes dark. Then a cold smile.

“I pick Tiffany.”

Everyone went quiet. Stares full of pity, aimed at me.

I

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