Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 145

　　Evelyn’s POV

　　My head was pounding, and I couldn’t figure out why. The last thing I remember is turning to see April. The look on her face. I remember the look she gave me. Disgust and burning hatred. Why was she angry? I thought to myself as I opened my eyes, sweat coated my skin the fluorescent light blaring down on me making my eyes hurt. I could smell a strong coppery smell, feel something trickling down the side of my face, I go to reach up before panic kicks in. Why were my hands zipped tied to a chair? I pull on my restraints trying to put the pieces together, trying to remember but coming up blank. I know I was going to see Lana. I know I saw April but why was she so mad. My wrists start bleeding, the zip ties cutting into my flesh.

　　Looking around, I don’t recognise anything, don’t know where I am or how I got here. The floor was concrete and cold under my bare feet, my ankles were also zip tied to the wooden chair. The room smelt damp, and cold and I was facing a wall, craning my neck I try to look around to figure out where I was. Was this a nightmare, I was yet to wake up from? Nothing made sense, how did I get in this situation?

　　Argh I wish my head would stop hurting, it was pounding to its own beat, the more I moved, the more I could feel the warm trickling off blood, hear it dripping off me onto the ground my shirt drenched. Hearing a noise, I try to crane my neck to see who had entered. They were behind me in my blind spot, I could see their shadow on the wall ahead of me. Just standing there and goosebumps rose on my skin and shiver ran up my spine.

　　Suddenly the chair was turned, the wood creaking on the floor before I come face to face with April.

　　“April?”

　　“Don’t look so shocked, Evelyn, what did you expect to happen?” she asks, and my eyes fall to what is clutched in her hand, a baseball bat coated in blood.

　　“Where is Lana?” I ask, trying to remember why I am down here. Was she here?

　　“Lana is at the hospital.”

　　“Hospital? What did you do to her?” I ask, and I could see an evil glint in her eye. She looked deranged not at all the well together woman she usually was.

　　“I did nothing to her. You are the one that did something, you slut. You ruined my family. You are nothing but a homewrecking whore, seducing my husband,” she spat at me, I mean literally spat on me.

　　“I did not seduce your husband.” She slapped me. The force whipping my head to the side from the force, my skin stinging and my ears ringing.

　　“Two fucking years I watched him lay in a coma for what you did, all because he wouldn’t leave me for you. You spiteful bitch, you burned our home down and nearly killed him,” she screamed, grabbing my throat with her hands, the bat falling to the ground with a thump. Her grip tightening as she crushed my windpipe. I struggled trying to loosen my hands. She was full of burning rage, her nails digging into my skin tearing through the flesh as I tried to breathe around her grip.

　　She suddenly let go before moving her hair out of her face and wiping her hands on her jeans. I gasped for air, sucking in each breath trying to fill my lungs.

　　“You thought you could have him, and when you couldn’t you tried to kill him, tried to take him from me.” I shake my head at her words.

　　“He is alive? Is this what he told you?” I breathe, trying to catch my breath.

　　“You really thought you could kill him, a man as strong as him? He suffered from what you did. Burns to seventy percent of his body, two years he spent in a coma. Another two years and he still can’t leave the hospital. You ruined him, you ruined me,” she screamed, and I flinched at her anger, her hands outstretched like she was going to strangle me again. She laughed at my reaction. She was enjoying my fear. Enjoying what she was doing to me.