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Chapter 8 _ Evelyn
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2026-03-26 23:00:42
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The Gift Of Rejection Chapter 9 _ Evelyn
Jason stood across from me, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with a desperation I had never seen in him before. This wasn't the composed billionaire who had graced the stage an hour ago. This was a man whose carefully constructed reality was cracking."Evelyn," he said, his voice dropping, losing its commanding edge. "I know I hurt you a lot. I know I was cruel. But you cannot keep my blood away from me. Please."The word blood hung in the air like a curse.I looked at him, really looked at him, and all I saw was a stranger wearing the face of the man I used to worship."Jason, you're married, right?" I asked. My voice was quiet, deadly calm. I needed him to say it. I needed him to acknowledge the life he had chosen over ours.He flinched, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up. "Yes," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. "But...""But what?" I pressed. "Go home to your wife, Jason. Go home to the family you built on the ashes of my heart.""I can't!"
The Gift Of Rejection Chapter 8 _ Evelyn
I didn't even look at him, I couldn't risk it. If I looked at him—really looked at him—I knew I would shatter right there on the stage. The past five years of carefully constructed walls, the fortress I had built around my heart and my son in Manchester, would crumble into dust.The host handed Freddo the oversized cheque and the crystal trophy. My son was beaming, his small chest puffed out with a pride that made my eyes sting. I placed a hand on his shoulder, not just to congratulate him, but to ground myself. To remind myself that he was the priority.Just let us leave, I prayed silently, staring at the exit sign glowing red in the distance. Please, God. Let us walk out of this door and vanish. I steered Freddo gently toward the stairs, ready to grab our bags and run to the nearest airport, ticket or no ticket. They wouldn't hear from me after this. I would change our names again if I had to.But Jason was one step ahead. He always was.He didn't step back to the VIP line. He step
The Gift Of Rejection Chapter 7
This is the exact, terrifying reason why every cell in my body screamed against coming to London.I sat frozen in the plush velvet seat of the auditorium, my breath hitching in a throat that felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. My hands were gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles were stark white, protruding against the skin. I was wearing oversized sunglasses, a scarf wrapped loosely around my neck and chin, trying to make myself invisible. Trying to shrink until I was nothing but a speck of dust in the back row.But I couldn't shrink the boy on the stage.Freddo stood under the harsh glare of the spotlight, his small hands clasped behind his back in that serious, contemplative way he had and standing just a few feet away from him, holding the microphone, was Jason.The resemblance wasn't just striking; it was violent.It was like looking at a photograph and its negative. They had the same hairline—that distinct widow's peak that I used to kiss when Jason and I were
The Gift Of Rejection Chapter 6 _ Evelyn
(Five years later)If eight years felt like a lifetime of waiting, the last five years felt like a lifetime of running. Not running with my feet—my feet were planted firmly on the wet, cobblestoned streets of Manchester—but running with my heart. Running from memories. Running from the ghost of a man who lived thousands of miles away in London, yet somehow still haunted the corners of my small apartment in Manchester.Manchester had become our sanctuary. It was different from London—less chaotic, less expensive, and gray in a way that felt comforting rather than depressing. The rain here was a constant companion, washing away the dust of the past, day after day. It felt like a second home.I looked at the boy sitting at the kitchen table.Freddo.He is five years old already, but looking at him was like looking through a time machine. He had the same sharp jawline, even at this tender age. The same dark, intense eyes that seemed to analyze everything before they accepted it. The same
The Gift Of Rejection Chapter 5
You're pregnant. The word bounced around my skull, mocking me as I made my way to the hospital exit. How? How could the universe be this cruel? How could I be carrying the child of a man who had just pledged his life and soul to another woman? A man who had looked me in the eye, handed me a cheque like I was a laid-off employee, and told me I wasn't the one for him. I looked down at my stomach. It was flat, there was no bump, no sign of life, yet inside, a tiny cluster of cells was dividing, knitting itself into a person. I stumbled toward the car park, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. I sat in the driver’s seat of my car, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. My first instinct, the one born of fear and habit, was to terminate it. The thought rose up, dark and familiar. Go back inside, a voice whispered and schedule an appointment. Erase the mistake, you’ve done it before. Tears pricked my eyes, hot and fast. Six times. I had done it s
The Gift Of Rejection Chapter 4 _ Evelyn
(Three weeks later)For the first time in my adult life, my phone was powered down and shoved into the deepest corner of my underwear drawer, buried beneath the lace and silk I used to wear for him. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to see the notifications lighting up the screen like tiny explosions of pity and gossip.I spent days off social media for my mental health. I couldn't bear to scroll through Instagram and see the curated perfection of other people's lives while mine was burning to ash. But mostly, I couldn't bear to see them.The Saturday of the wedding came and went.I didn't leave Stella’s guest room that day. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan slicing through the heavy, humid air, counting the rotations. One, two, three.Even with my phone off, I knew. The city of London is loud, but the silence in my heart was louder. I knew the exact moment the vows were being exchanged. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere. It was the talk of the city, perhaps even th
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