Nine C-Section, Nine Dead Sons, One Escape novel Chapter 34

Chapter 2

Jon’s mouth found my shoulder. He laughed. “Knew it. Playing hard to get, right? If you didn’t care, why the

tears?”

I locked my phone without looking. “Just thinking about how crazy I used to act.”

Five years of losing my mind. I barely recognized who I’d become.

He turned my face toward his, kissed my tears away like he was making a point. “Now you know how much

crap I put up with for you.”

We were getting into it when Tiffany’s voice came through the door.

Jon’s eyes lit up. “Want to make it three?”

I went stiff.

He sighed, ran his thumb over my lip. “Being my wife isn’t like being an Ashford princess, Evie. You need to

learn to share.”

“Keep being good, and next year I’ll take you to meet my parents for real.”

I watched him walk out with her.

But Jon? There wasn’t going to be a next year.

We’d met freshman year. Dated four years. He was that guy on campus, the one every girl wanted. His inbox was always full.

And he never said no to anyone. Just smiled and said he loved seeing me get jealous.

Four years of that, and I was a wreck. Always on edge, always territorial, growling at every woman who came near him like some animal protecting its den.

I was so desperate to hold onto something. So the day we graduated, I proposed.

He lit a cigarette first. “Evie, look, I’m not ready to settle down. I’ll marry you, you’ll be my wife. But I’m gonna need some freedom on the side. You cool with that?”

I thought he was joking.

Day six of the marriage, I walked in on him with someone else.

He didn’t even stop.

Something in me just snapped. I trashed the whole apartment.

The girl ended up in the hospital. We ended up on the front page.

After that, Jon came up with the Christmas draw, his way of teaching me to behave.

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My brother Alex bet me, if Jon didn’t take me home within five years, he’d come get me himself.

I was so sure. So stupid.

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