Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 39

Chapter 7

I woke up in the hospital. It was the day after Christmas.

Alex was there. His eyes were still swollen.

“Alex.” My voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I ruined your holiday.”

He touched my head. His eyes got wet again. “Stupid. I got to see you. Best holiday

ever.”

I’d burned bridges to marry Jon. Fought everyone. Even Alex, who never said no to me,

told me not to go.

I didn’t listen. Stole my papers. Ran off with him in the night.

“Mom and Dad?” I asked, careful.

“Not good. Miss you every day, same as me.” He tapped my nose, pretending to be mad. “Hey. I beat up Jon. Want to see?”

I blinked. Took his phone.

Video.

Two guys holding Jon’s arms. His face was all fear.

“Alex. What are you doing here?”

Alex stood up. Looked like a demon, eyes red. Punched him so hard he went down.

“I’m here because of what you did to my sister.”

Another punch. Another.

Jon’s face swelled up. He stopped moving, just lay there like a dead fish.

Tiffany was screaming, white-faced.

Alex looked at her. Squinted.

“Evie’s clothes. Evie’s jewelry. Evie’s bags.” His voice went cold. “You think my

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“What’s your game, Evelyn?”

I didn’t get it. He was impossible to please.

There was this girl once, someone he kept for three months. He asked me for one of my orchids, for her.

I lost it. Shredded every flower in sight. Made a scene.

She cried. He screamed at me in front of everyone.

“Why do you have to be so petty, Evelyn?! It’s just a plant!”

Now I was handing over my most precious thing without a fight.

What more did he want?

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“No game.” My voice stayed flat. “You wanted me to give it to her, right?”

“Or if you’d rather give her something else, that’s fine too.”

Jon’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. Fine. You want to act like this? Then get out. Give Tiffany

your spot.”

I blinked. “Now?”

“Now.” He laughed, cold. “What, changed your mind?”

I didn’t answer. Just packed.

Five years in that house, and everything I owned fit in one carry-on.

Jon’s face got darker.

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