LOGINEVELYN
The next morning came far too quickly. I barely remembered falling asleep. When I opened my eyes, sunlight streamed through the curtains, and for one brief second, everything felt normal. Then reality settled heavily on my chest. Julian. The divorce papers. The humiliating mistake I made at the hotel. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the blanket aside. There was no point lying in bed. Life wasn't going to stop just because mine had fallen apart. After washing up and getting dressed, I stood in front of my vanity. My eyes landed on an old framed graduation photo of me. I picked it up. Back then, I believed my future would look very different. I had graduated at the top of my class. My professors couldn't stop telling me how bright my future was. Several companies had reached out with job offers before graduation, but I turned every single one down. Julian had smiled, taken my hands, and promised I'd never have to work a day in my life. At the time, it sounded like love. Now, it felt like I had given away a part of myself without even realizing it. I put the frame down and reached for my phone. There was one person I hoped would still remember me. The call connected after the second ring. "Evelyn?" The familiar voice made me smile. He still remembered me. He'd even kept my number after all these years. "Good morning, Professor Harry." "My goodness!" he laughed. "Is that really you? It's been years. How have you been?" "I'm... doing okay. And you?" "I'm good too. I've been wondering what happened to my best student. I expected to see your name leading some big company by now." His words stung more than I expected. He paused. "Something tells me you didn't call just to catch up." I took a deep breath. "I want to work." There was a brief silence. Then he laughed softly. "I've been waiting years to hear those words." "You have?" "Of course. Evelyn, you were one of the smartest students I ever taught. I was disappointed when you turned down every job offer after graduation." "I chose marriage." I sighed. Looking back, I regretted it. "And that was your choice. But it doesn't change the fact that you're talented." His voice became thoughtful. "As a matter of fact, one of my former students recently bought a company. They've been looking for someone with your qualifications. The pay is excellent, and I can personally recommend you." I blinked in surprise. "Really?" "I wouldn't offer it if I didn't think you deserved it." A weight I hadn't realized I was carrying suddenly felt a little lighter. "Thank you, Professor. That really means a lot." "You don't have to thank me. You earned this years ago." He chuckled. "I'll make a few calls today. Expect to hear from me soon." "I appreciate it." After we hung up, I stared at my phone for a long moment. I hadn't expected the conversation to go so well. For the first time since everything fell apart, I felt like I could actually build a life that didn't depend on Julian. Just then, I felt a presence behind me. I spun around so quickly that I nearly lost my balance, only to find Julian standing in the doorway. He looked exactly the way he always did. Perfectly dressed. Perfectly handsome. Perfectly believable. Anyone looking at him would never guess he had spent the last two days destroying our marriage. But there was a puzzled look on his face. "Did I hear that correctly?" he asked. "You want to work? Why all of a sudden? Haven't I been taking good care of you?" For a second, I almost laughed. Taking good care of me? He had spent my birthday in bed with another woman. But I swallowed the words before they could escape. This wasn't the time. Not yet. I forced a small smile. "I've been home for years," I said. "I'm getting a little bored. I just want something to do." He smiled as though I'd said something adorable. Then he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "My wife doesn't need to work." Every muscle in my body tensed. I fought the urge to wipe away his kiss. "I'll sign you up for flower arranging," he said with a grin. "Or yoga. Maybe painting classes." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "As long as I'm alive, you'll never have to worry about earning money." I looked into his eyes. Once, those words made me feel protected. They made me believe I'd married a man who wanted to carry the weight of the world for me. Now they felt like a cage. A prison built so slowly that I hadn't even realized I was locked inside. Before I could reply, his smile widened. "Oh, I almost forgot." He reached for my hand. "I have something to show you." Before I could ask what he meant, he was already leading me toward the front door. Confused, I let him guide me outside. Not because I trusted him anymore, but because I wanted to know what he was planning this time. The morning sun was bright, and a cool breeze brushed against my face as we stepped onto the driveway. Then I stopped. A brand-new luxury car sat in the middle of the driveway. A large red ribbon stretched across the hood, making it look like something straight out of a commercial. Its sleek silver body gleamed beneath the morning sun, and I recognized the model immediately. Months ago, we'd seen one on the road, and I'd casually mentioned that I liked it. I hadn't even remembered that conversation. Somehow, Julian had. He turned to me with the biggest smile on his face. "Well?" he asked. "Do you like it?" I looked at the car, then back at him. "It... it's beautiful." His smile grew even wider. "I was supposed to give it to you on your birthday." He slipped his arms around my waist from behind. "There was a delay picking it up, so it arrived late." His chin rested lightly on my shoulder. "Happy belated birthday, baby." My body stiffened. I could still feel his arms around me. The same arms that had held another woman. Two days ago, I would've melted into his embrace without a second thought. If I hadn't seen that video, I probably would've believed every word he was saying. Now all I felt was disgust. "I'll love you forever," he whispered against my ear. My fingers curled into my palms. Forever. What an easy word to say. "And don't worry," he continued with a soft laugh. "The surprise I have planned for our wedding anniversary next week definitely won't be late." He kissed my cheek. Every part of me wanted to wipe my skin clean. Instead, I forced a small smile. "Thank you." The words tasted bitter. He looked pleased with himself, completely unaware that every loving gesture only reminded me of what he'd done. He let go of me. Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took a few steps away before pulling it out. Unknown Number. The moment I saw the screen, my heart sank. A knot tightened in my stomach. The last time I'd gotten a call from an unknown number, my life had fallen apart. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I finally opened it. [Do you like the car?] A chill ran through me. Before I could make sense of the message, my phone buzzed again. [I picked it out for you. Julian couldn't decide between the silver and the black one, so I helped him choose. You're welcome.] My breathing grew uneven. No... Another vibration. [The day before yesterday, he insisted on having sex with me in it. It was so wild the car had to be professionally cleaned before he could bring it to you. That's why your birthday gift was delayed.] The blood drained from my face. I slowly lifted my eyes to the shiny silver car parked a few feet away. Moments ago, it had looked beautiful. Now it looked filthy. My vision blurred. One final message appeared. [I wonder if they cleaned it properly. Do you smell anything?] My hand began to shake. The phone slipped from my fingers. Julian caught it before it hit the ground. "Careful, baby…”EVELYN“I accept your apology, Kayda,” I said quietly. “You are forgiven.”The words came out calmer than I felt, and I watched her face as I said them. She did not thank me or even nod. She simply kept her eyes on mine, and I could see the resentment burning behind them like a coal that refused to go out.Mrs. Williams hurried forward and wrapped an arm around her daughter, helping her back to her feet. Kayda struggled to find her balance and hissed through her teeth when she put weight on her sprained ankle. She snatched up her crutches with shaking hands and stood there, breathing hard, her face pale and damp with sweat. I looked away because I did not want her to catch me watching her, though the memory of her wincing on that cold floor stayed with me.Once she was steady, Mr. Williams straightened his jacket and turned to me.“Mrs. Sullivan, please send my daughter your bank details so she can make the settlement payment,” he said in the same flat voice he had used all morning. “
EVELYN I had expected some kind of fight from him. A man like Mr. Williams, with his cold face and expensive suit, did not look like someone who would let strangers demand a hundred thousand dollars from his daughter and then agree without a word of protest. I had been bracing myself for threats or insults, or at least a long speech about how his family would never be pushed around. Instead, he stood there calmly, as if I had asked him to sign a simple form, and that frightened me more. Kayda, however, was not ready to give up. “Dad, you can’t be serious,” she said, her voice shaking so badly that the words came out in pieces. “A hundred thousand dollars, and on top of that, I have to kneel to her like a servant? She is the one who should be apologizing to me. Look at my ankle.” “I told you yesterday that you would kneel if that was what it took,” Mr. Williams said, turning his head slowly toward her. “I said it to your face, Kayda. I don’t understand why you’re acting as though
EVELYN I was about to step in and calm things down between Paige and Kayda when the door swung open, and everyone in the room turned toward it. A man who looked to be in his fifties walked in first, tall and straight-backed, with a face as cold as ice and eyes that moved over the room as if he were taking stock of everything inside it. A beautiful, mature-looking woman followed close behind him, slightly out of breath, as if she had hurried down the corridor to keep up with him. I had no idea who they were, but I felt the atmosphere in the room change the moment they entered. Kayda’s face went completely stiff. The anger she had been holding a second earlier drained away, and what replaced it looked a lot like fear. Her hands tightened around the crutches, and she took a small step back, the rubber tips scraping against the floor. Then I looked at the man again, and something clicked in my mind. His face was older now, with deep lines around his mouth, but I recognized him. I had
KAYDA It had taken everything in me to leave my room and come to Evelyn’s door, and every step on those crutches felt like a punishment for what I was about to do. I had told myself I would never lower myself to apologize to her, not for anything in the world, but I had run out of choices. The twenty-four hours my father had given me were up. I had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, trying to find a way to handle the situation without going through the humiliation of apologizing, but I hadn’t found one. Now, I had come here while my parents waited in my room for the result. Swallowing my pride felt like swallowing glass, and yet I had done it, smiling, speaking softly, and keeping my eyes wet, only to have everything ruined by one person who refused to mind her own business. Her friend, whatever her name was, Parger or Paige or something like that, had been standing next to Evelyn like a guard dog since I walked in. If she had just kept quiet, I would have finished my
EVELYN“That is a very nice speech, Kayda,” I said, and the words came out of my mouth before I had even decided to say them. “But what are you up to this time?” Kayda blinked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw something flash across her face, though it disappeared so quickly that I could not tell what it was. “I’m not up to anything,” she said quietly. “I just realized that I did something wrong, and I want to make amends. That’s all this is.” I did not believe a single word of it. I had heard her say sweet things before, and I knew how easily they could be turned into a weapon, so I kept my back straight and my eyes on her face. Then my mind drifted to the police report I had filed the morning after the gala, and a small piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Kayda had never cared about my forgiveness in all the years we had known each other, so why would she suddenly walk into my room on crutches and beg for it unless she was afraid of something? “I heard you,” I said slo
EVELYNThe doctor had come by early that morning to tell me that I could go home today, and I had never been happier to hear anything in my life. My head still hurt when I turned too quickly, and my ribs ached whenever I took a deep breath, but I was tired of the smell of medicine and the sound of machines beeping all night. Paige was helping me pack, folding my clothes into the small bag she had brought from my apartment. She kept telling me to sit down and let her do it. “I can fold a shirt, Paige,” I said, though I was moving slowly. “I’m not made of glass.” “You fell down a staircase two days ago. You’re basically made of glass right now,” she said, taking the shirt from my hands. “Sit and let me finish this before the nurse comes with your papers.” I had just lowered myself onto the edge of the bed when the door pushed open and someone came in without knocking. I heard the soft thud of crutches against the floor before I looked up and saw Kayda standing in the middle of my







