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Chapter Seven: Soul-Draining LeechEva’s POVA small smile spreads across my face when Micah grins at me. I take a sip of water and push my empty plate away.After we got back, I had decided to sleep off the day, although that didn’t go as planned. At least not immediately.I had tossed and turned in bed, haunted by nightmares from that night. Until eventually, it went away and I gave in to my tiredness.When I woke up, it was to the sight of all my luggage, and of course…the gold band on my finger.I look down at it, twisting it.“We can always get you another,” Micah speaks suddenly, jerking me from thoughts.I frown. “What?”“The ring.” He points with his fork. “If you don’t like it, I’ll get you another. Do you have any ones in mind?”A nervous chuckles spills from my lips. “Oh no, please. This is not a real marriage, no need to spend unnecessary money.”He pauses.Then pushing his plate away, he takes a big gulp of water with his eyes pinned on me. My stomach churns, nerves rolli

Eva’s POV“What the fuck is this?” His voice booms across the hall, and in two more strides he’s in front of me. “What the fuck, Eva?”Micah shields me. “I suggest you keep your voice down, Stefan.”“Is there a problem here?” The clerk asks, brows pinched in confusion.“No.”“Yes”Micah and Stefan respond, and I gulp. Shaky fingers grip the hem of Micah’s jacket, fear coursing through my veins.In all my years of knowing Stefan, I’ve never seen him this angry. The veins of his neck protrude, thick redness coats his face.He looks like he could kill, lips curled in a malicious sneer.“Get the fuck out of my way, Micah,” he snarls, shoving Micah.Micah doesn’t budge. “Do you have no decency? Courtesy? A wedding is going on.”“Fuck you!” Stefan spits, then his eyes meet mine from across Micah’s shoulders.My throat goes dry, pulse thumping frantically.“Explain yourself, Eva.”My jaw tightens, and I force my spine to straighten. “I don’t owe you any explanation.”His eyes flash. “Come ag

Eva’s POVMy spoon clatters to the floor, and I freeze.“Marry you?” I blink at him, sure I misheard. “Where is this coming from? What do you even mean?”Micah leans back in his chair, his eyes holding that steady, unreadable stare that always makes my pulse race, except this time, it only leaves me uneasy.He shrugs, lips twitching. “I mean exactly that. I want you to marry me.”A breathy laugh escapes me. “Micah, I just got divorced.”“I know,” he says quietly.“You’re joking, right?”He doesn’t reply, only raises a brow.My lips part. “You’re serious.”“I am.” He nods.I frown, looking down at the half-eaten plates between us, as if they can make sense of any of this.“I can’t marry you.” I stand, gathering the plates just to keep my hands busy.He rises too, following me into the kitchen. “Are you still in love with Stefan?”The question hits like ice water. “What does that have to do with anything?”“Because if you hear me out, you might actually like the idea,” he says. “Let’s s

Micah’s POVAs soon as the words leave her lips, I take her hand and pull her inside.The door clicks shut behind us, and I press her gently against the wall, heart pounding in my chest.“Are you sure?” I whisper, my breath brushing her lips as my hands slide up to her throat, holding her there. Not hard, just enough to feel her pulse race beneath my fingers.Her brown eyes are wide, pupils blown, and her lips part as she nods. “Yes… please.”God. She’s trembling, chest rising fast, and for a moment I forget how to breathe.Stephan doesn’t deserve her. He never did. The same way he doesn’t deserve anything good in his life.Some selfish part of me feels triumphant knowing she’s no longer his. That she’s standing here, looking at me like I’m the only one she sees.And then I kiss her — finally.Her mouth is soft and warm against mine, and she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this too. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

Eva’s POVI stare at my empty finger, my chest tightening until it hurts. The skin where my ring used to be feels colder than the rest of me.My throat tightens. For the first time all night, I realize, I don’t belong to Stephan anymore.I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. My throat burns, and all I can do is look away before the tears spill.Micah’s jaw flexes. “Come on. What movie did you want to see?”I shrug and wipe under my eyes. “Anything.”He doesn’t argue. Instead, he takes my bag and rests a hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward a chair.“Sit here,” he says quietly. “I’ll be right back.”I nod, too drained to fight him. People are still staring, and it makes me feel even smaller. I take out my phone, hoping to distract myself, but when I check my accounts, every single one is frozen.My stomach sinks. He actually did it.A shaky breath leaves me. My eyes sting again, but before I can cry, Micah is back with two movie tickets and a huge bowl of popcorn.

Eva’s POV“I refuse to sit around waiting for when you decide to come back to me,” I say, my voice steady even though my insides tremble. “I’m done, Stephan. I’m tired.”The door clicks shut behind him. He walks further into the living room, the divorce papers clenched in his hand.He lifts them, waving the pages like they’re some sort of joke. “Whatever this little act is, it’s not working. Take your luggage back to our room.”“Our room?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “That room hasn’t been ‘ours’ for nearly two years. Stephan, we don’t have to fight about this.”A hollow sound escapes his throat. He runs a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his calm facade.“You’ve completely lost your mind,” he mutters. “And if you think I’m letting you walk out of here…” He pauses, eyes darkening. “Then you must be much more insane than I thought.”My chest tightens. I grip the handle of my suitcase, trying to pull it from his hand, but he refuses to let go.“Stop this, pl