Chapter 70: Now what?

Evelyn

I drove home with the windows down, the cold air biting at my face, trying to clear my head. Trying to erase the smell of him from my skin, the taste of him still on my lips, the feeling of his hands on my body.

It didn’t work.

My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white. I kept replaying it. The way he’d looked at me. The way he’d touched me. The desperation in his voice when he’d said he needed me. The way my body had responded, the way I’d let go completely, the way I’d wanted him so badly I’d forgotten every reason why I shouldn’t.

I’d had sex with Theo.

With my husband’s intern.

In his dead mother’s house.

The shame hit me first. Hot and sharp, making my stomach twist. What the hell had I done? I was a married woman. A mother. I’d just committed adultery with a twenty-four-year-old who worked for my husband. Who trusted me. Who I was supposed to be using as a pawn in my revenge plan, not sleeping with.

But underneath the shame was something else.

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