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The Governor’s regret, his broken wife burned it all Chapter 74
Evelyn The church was already full when we arrived. Alfred had insisted on being late. Late enough that heads would turn when we walked in and enough for the cameras outside to catch us at the perfect angle, grieving employers paying respects to a loyal employee’s family. I wore black. A dress I’d bought years ago for someone else’s funeral. Elegant. Simple. I’d done my makeup carefully that morning, sitting at the vanity for longer than necessary, fixing my hair, making sure every strand was in place, making sure I looked put together even though I’d barely slept three hours. Every time I’d closed my eyes, I’d heard gunshots. Heard Sam scream. Heard my own footsteps running, running, running. Alfred walked beside me in his best suit, the one he wore for important occasions, high-profile events. His hand rested on my lower back, guiding me up the church steps like I needed guidance, like I was fragile. Reporters lined the sidewalk, cameras clicking in rapid succession. I kept my f
The Governor’s regret, his broken wife burned it all Chapter 73
Evelyn I sat in my car in the driveway, hands gripping the steering wheel, shaking so hard my teeth chattered.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t get out. Couldn’t breathe.The engine was still running. I didn’t remember driving home. Didn’t remember the roads, the lights, any of it. Just the sound of gunshots echoing in my head over and over.Sam had grabbed my arm when the window exploded. Glass everywhere. Another shot. The lamp shattering beside us.“Go!” he’d screamed. “Back door. Now!”I’d run. Through his kitchen. Past the table. He was right behind me. I could hear his footsteps. His breathing. Another gunshot and the doorframe beside my head splintered.I’d reached the back door. Locked. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t get it open. Sam pushed past me, unlocked it, shoved me through.“Jump the fence,” he said. “Don’t stop. Don’t look back.”I’d climbed onto the windowsill, threw myself over the fence, landed hard on the other side. Pain shot through my ankle but I kept movin
The Governor’s regret, his broken wife burned it all Chapter 72
Evelyn I drove too fast, running two red lights, my hands locked on the wheel. The diner was on the edge of town, the kind of place truckers stopped at for bad coffee and greasy eggs. When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted her car immediately. Back corner. Engine running. I parked next to her and got out. Diana was slumped over the steering wheel, her whole body shaking. I knocked on the window and she jumped, her head snapping up. When she saw me, her face crumpled and she unlocked the door. I opened it and crouched down beside her. Her hands were covered in cuts. Fresh ones. Blood smeared across her palms, dried under her nails. Her shirt was torn at the shoulder. Mascara streaked down her face in black rivers. “What happened?” I asked. She tried to speak but nothing came out except a choked sob. “Diana. Look at me.” She did, her eyes wide and red and terrified. “Tell me what happened.” She took a shaky breath. “After I sent you those pictures, I went hom
The Governor’s regret, his broken wife burned it all Chapter 71: The Mother-In-law
Evelyn I stood there frozen, my robe pulled tight around me, hair still damp and messy from sleep, my mind scrambling to catch up.“Grace,” I managed, forcing something that might pass for a smile. “What a surprise.”“Is it?” she said, setting her tea cup down with a delicate clink. “I would think my visits are always welcome.”They weren’t. They never were. But I couldn’t say that.I walked over and she stood, opening her arms for a hug. I stepped into it, feeling her bony frame against mine, her perfume overwhelming, floral and sharp. Her hand patted my back twice, cold and formal, before she pulled away.“You look tired, dear,” she said, her eyes scanning my face with that critical gaze I’d come to dread. “Are you sleeping well?”“Fine,” I said. “Just wasn’t expecting company.”“Company?” She laughed, light and tinkling. “Evelyn, I’m family. I don’t need an invitation to visit my son and grandchildren.”Of course she didn’t. She never did. Just showed up whenever she felt like it,
The Governor’s regret, his broken wife burned it all 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.Excitemen
The Governor’s regret, his broken wife burned it all Chapter 69
Evelyn He reached for the fork. His hand shook slightly. He took a bite, chewed slowly, like he’d forgotten how. Swallowed. Took another bite. He looked so distant like his mind was completely somewhere else. He got through maybe half before he stopped, set the fork down, pushed the plate away slightly.Then he looked up at me. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Barely there but real. “Thank you,” he said quietly. I nodded and sat down beside him again. We didn’t talk. The house settled around us, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen, the tick of a clock somewhere I couldn’t see. The photos of his mother watched from every wall, her smile frozen in time, forever young in some, forever proud in others. I found myself staring at him. At the way the dim light caught the edges of his tattoos. The bird across his ribs, wings spread mid-flight. The words in script wrapping his collarbone, something in Spanish I couldn’t quite read. The line
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