Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Evan was visibly irritated.

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Still, he forced his voice into something restrained. “For the past six months, I only cared about making sure my brother’s child was born safely. I know you’re angry. I know you blame me, but-”

His phone began vibrating before he could finish.

Dora called.

He didn’t need to guess why she was calling.

Evan’s jaw tightened. He declined the call.

A second later, it rang again.

Persistent. Insistent.

Stella’s smile turned sharper. “You should answer. She’s probably on the hospital rooftop by now, crying for Steven.”

She tilted her head slightly. “After all, only your face can calm her down. You look exactly like him.”

Depression really was the perfect excuse.

It made people sympathetic. Made them forgiving.

Every time Summer spiraled, the Wright family panicked about the baby and called Evan immediately.

Evan let out a long breath and, almost unconsciously, reached out to smooth a hand over Stella’s soft hair.

As if soothing a startled kitten.

He answered the phone.

“What.”

“Evan, hurry! Summer is on the hospital roof. She–she’s going to jump!”

Dora’s voice was hysterical.

Stella’s smile deepened with quiet mockery.

See?

She could predict it every single time.

Whenever Evan was with her, Summer would find a reason to summon him away.

Evan’s face darkened.

Before he could respond, Dora continued frantically, “I know you said you’d stop seeing her after the baby was born. But the child was just delivered. If she really dies, how are you going to face your brother?”

That landed.

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Evan’s expression hardened further.

Summer was relentless.

He ended the call.

Stella pushed the car door open.

Without a word, she reached into the back seat and pulled out an umbrella.

She stepped out into the rain.

Evan didn’t start the engine immediately. He reached for her wrist. “Let me take you home first.”

She didn’t respond.

She just stood there under the umbrella, rain pouring down around them.

His phone buzzed again.

This time, a photo.

High resolution.

Summer standing at the edge of the hospital rooftop.

Another call came in immediately.

“Evan, please save her. I’m begging you.

Dora was sobbing.

Finally, Evan started the car.

He hung up and looked at Stella.

“Take a cab home.”

He didn’t wait for her reply.

The car shot forward like a bullet, disappearing into the rain.

Stella remained where she stood.

Water slid down the edge of her umbrella, splashing against her shoes.

Cold.

Just like her heart.

Her phone rang again.

It was Ruby Bailey.

“Stella, it seems you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

The threat in her voice was sharp enough to cut through the rain.

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Clearly, she was furious that the public backlash hadn’t died down.

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