Chapter 6 Lost control over the situation

Everett’s POV

Late at night, Green-Lake Villa.

The villa was dead quiet.

In the dimly lit living room, I sat alone on the couch, staring blankly at the medical report on the coffee table.

No lights were on. Only a sliver of moonlight slipped through the glass window, casting a pale glow on the paper.

My face was half-shadowed, my eyes locked onto the one line that refused to blur, no matter how much I wished it would.

Stage IV. Stomach cancer.

Scarlett Taylor had cancer?

I let out a dry, almost bitter laugh and dragged a hand over my face, covering my eyes.

No way.

I wasn’t buying it.

She had to be playing games again.

In three years of marriage, I had barely seen her catch a cold. She was only twenty-three. How could she possibly have cancer?

This was just another one of her tricks, wasn’t it?

She must be regretting walking out—thinking I'd come chasing after her if she played the pity card.

Classic manipulation.

I scoffed under my breath.

Yeah, right. Like that was gonna work.

I had