บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Evelyn’s POVI heaved a deep breath for the nth time as I folded my hands neatly in my lap and stared at the elaborate dinner that had since grown cold.The dying candles I had lit cast long shadows against the dining walls, but they provided no warmth because in this house, silence was the only thing that felt real. I checked the clock on the wall. It was nearly midnight. This was the rhythm of the third year of my marriage. I was a slave, offered up for Charlie’s grief. Every night, I prepared a meal I knew he wouldn't appreciate, and every night, I waited for the man who viewed my existence as a very curse that I needed to be punished for.I closed my eyes as my mind traveled back to the night my life truly ended. It was the night my miserable life truly began. Serena, my younger sister, had been gone for forty-eight hours, leaving behind nothing but an empty wheelchair and a house full of people who looked at me with accusing eyes. Charlie, Serena’s fiancé, had burst into my bedro

Evelyn’s POVCharlie looked at her with such worship it made my stomach turn. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his eyes never leaving mine as he adored her right in front of me.“We have a lot to talk about, baby. I need to know all that has happened.” Charlie breathed.“Yes baby, I’ll tell you about it when we’re alone.”"Get out of my sight, Evelyn," he ordered immediately. "Go to your room and stay there. I want to celebrate my wife’s return without looking at the woman who tried to destroy her."As I walked up the stairs, a wave of nausea hit me as their mocking laughs filled my ears but I didn’t allow them to see me break.I couldn’t breathe as I returned to my room and silently waited for the worst to happen. I sat on the edge of the mattress, my hands trembling as I stared at the door, but I didn't have to wait long. Less than an hour had passed before the heavy thud of Charlie’s footsteps signaled his arrival and like always, he didn’t knock. He threw the door open, fol

Evelyn’s POVFive years later.Five years was a long time to build a fortress and even longer to sharpen a blade that is meant for revenge. I stood at the windows of the Hart-Willy headquarters with an unreadable expression. From this height, the cars looked like ants and everything seemed surreal.This was the view I had earned over the years. My hair was no longer a curtain to hide behind like it was all those years ago. Now, it was swept up into a sleek, aggressive bun that showcased the sharp but alluring angles of my face. My amber eyes, once clouded with the haze of pain and uncertainty, were now as clear as day."The Thorne Enterprises quarterly report is on your desk, Ms. Hart," my assistant murmured, placing a folder on my desk. “Their stock has dipped another four percent and your silent acquisitions of their subsidiary logistics firms are beginning to choke their supply chain.""Good," I replied, my voice a calm and melodic flow. "Continue the pressure because I want them d

Evelyn In less than an hour, we landed, and the place reeked of desperation and no change.The convoy pulled through the iron gates and I leaned forward in my seat, taking in the estate with fresh eyes. Everything looked exactly the way I remembered it, a little older, a little more worn, like a man who had stopped trying to impress anyone. The mansion at the end of the driveway was mine now, every brick, every corridor, every room with its high ceilings and its old money arrogance, and as the car rolled to a stop in front of the entrance, I felt something settle in my chest that had nothing to do with sentimentality.I stepped out and the staff moved immediately, pulling bags from the boot of the cars with quiet efficiency. I left them to it, reaching back into the car for Leo's hand instead."Come on, Sweetie," I murmured, and he jumped out beside me, craning his neck back to look up at the building with enormous eyes."Mama," he breathed, "is this ours?""Every single part of it

CharlieWhat have I done to myself?The taillights of the limousine disappeared around the corner and I was still standing there on the pavement like a man who had just watched something irreplaceable drive away for the second time."Was that really Evey," I muttered under my breath, turning away from the empty road, "was that actually her, because that woman in there, that was not the Evelyn I knew, that could not have been her."But it was. I knew it the moment she opened her mouth, the moment she looked at me like I was a stranger whose name she could not be bothered to learn, and somehow that look, that particular brand of nothing she had aimed at me, had rattled something loose inside my chest that I had no business feeling.I grabbed my keys from the valet without a word and drove.The bar was dim and half empty when I got there. I dropped onto a stool and the bartender walked over, wiping his hands on a cloth, "what can I get you?""Double scotch, neat," I said, then stopped hi