hapter 25
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Walter stood by the bed. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he yanked at his tie in frustration, then glanced at his watch.
“You think you don’t need me? Don’t even care about your grandfather?”
“What are you getting at?” Evangeline snapped back, still seething.
“Your grandfather is sick, in Avalon City. He’s called me several times today. I told him we’d be there by eight tomorrow morning,” said Walter, his presence aloof and intimidating.
“I don’t need your help! I’ll see my grandpa on my own!” With those words, she pushed through the pain, got up, and left the bed behind.
That bedroom, her gilded prison, was nothing but a badge of disgrace.
How utterly ridiculous. Walter had never once visited that place during their three–year marriage. Then, as divorce loomed, he was desperate to hold onto her.
She, on the other hand, could not bear another minute there. The thought of him rescuing the Garside family for Julia’s sake had killed her love for him stone dead. He had a knack for cutting her to the core.
When he sided with the Garsides, he became her enemy.
Maybe it was time to tell her grandfather the whole truth.
“We’re still married, Evangeline. I’ll keep up appearances, whether you like it or not,” Walter declared, standing tall, his eyes dark and inscrutable.
Evangeline turned her back to him and headed for the door. “Do what you want,” she said dismissively.
She was tired of the lonely marriage bed.
Three years in, and all of a sudden, he cared about appearances? She could not stand sharing a room with him a moment longer.
She flung the door open, limped out, and slammed it shut without a backward glance or a second thought.
She left the villa.
The wind scattered the overpowering presence he always seemed to carry.
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