All Chapters of After prison I took everything : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER TWO For three days, Evelyn allowed herself to believe that things were changing.And maybe that was the cruelest part.Because for three days, Damian reminded her of the man she fell in love with. He brought her coffee in the morning.He asked about her meetings. He sat beside her on the couch at night instead of staring at his phone. Things that would have meant nothing to anyone else. But to Evelyn, they felt like pieces of a marriage she thought she had lost. "You seem happier," her assistant, Clara, said one afternoon. Evelyn looked up from the documents on her desk. "Do I?" Clara smiled."A little." Evelyn looked down at the papers. "I think Damian and I are finally fixing things." Clara hesitated.Not long.Just enough for Evelyn to notice. "What?" "Nothing." "No, tell me." Clara sighed."Mrs. Sinclair... I just hope you're not ignoring things because you want them to be true." The words bothered her.Not because Clara was wrong.Because a part of Eve

" What are you doing here ? " The woman looked at him and laughed softly. "So now you're asking after ignoring my calls ?" "Evelyn," Damian said quickly, "don't open that." Too late. Evelyn had already pulled out the photographs. Her fingers froze.Photo after photo.Damian and the woman holding hands On a beach , In a restaurant , getting into a hotel. Another photo. This one hit harder.The woman was wearing a diamond necklace.Evelyn knew that necklace.She had bought it for herself. It had disappeared months ago. "I didn't steal it," the woman said quietly. "He gave it to me." The room became suffocating. Damian stepped forward. "She's lying." The woman smiled. "Really?" She reached into her bag again. This time she placed an ultrasound picture on the table."I'm twelve weeks pregnant." Evelyn's vision blurred. "No..." The woman looked directly at Damian. "You promised me you were leaving your wife." Damian exploded. "Shut up!" "You said once the vacation was ov

"Mrs. Sinclair, your driver is here."Evelyn looked up from the vanity mirror.Six in the morning.She wasn't usually awake this early, but excitement had chased away her sleep. She and Damian hadn't traveled alone since their honeymoon.Maybe this trip really would be a fresh start.She zipped up her makeup bag and walked downstairs.Damian was already waiting in the foyer. He looked impossibly handsome in a charcoal-gray suit. When he saw her, he smiled."You look beautiful." She felt her cheeks warm."You're just saying that." "I'm really not."He walked over and straightened the collar of her coat."For the record I've always thought you were out of my league." She laughed softly."Now you're flirting?" "I'm trying."He leaned down and kissed her forehead."No fighting today." "No fighting," she agreed. Just then, Damian's mother walked into the foyer carrying a small paper bag. "Oh, good. You're both still here."She held the bag out to Evelyn."I made your favorite butter cookies for t

The television was still showing Evelyn's arrest.Damian sat on the sofa with a glass of wine, smiling instead of grieving.His mother raised her glass. “To a new beginning.”Jason laughed. “To finally getting what we deserve.”Damian uncorked one of Evelyn's father's most expensive wines, untouched for years.“She won't be needing it,” he said, pouring himself another glass.Jason surveyed the imported furniture, paintings, and chandelier—everything they had pretended not to want.“To the Sinclair fortune.”Damian clinked his glass against Jason's. “To ours.”Evelyn's arrest replayed on the television. Her pale, terrified face stirred an unwelcome memory: One last chance. Her trust as she boarded that plane.His expression hardened. “She'll be fine.”His mother studied him. “You don't sound convinced.”“She'll adapt.”“Not if the charges stick,” Jason said.Damian watched the screen. “No. She won't.”His phone vibrated.BOARD OF DIRECTORS — EMERGENCY MEETINGHis smile disappeared.---T

The courtroom was packed. Reporters lined the back row, their cameras aimed at the woman who had once graced the covers of business magazines. Now she stood in handcuffs. The same people who had praised her success now whispered behind folded hands. "She doesn't look like a criminal." "They never do." Evelyn lowered her eyes. Marcus leaned closer. "Don't listen to them." She nodded weakly. "I've filed for bail. The prosecution has no direct evidence that you knew those drugs were in the suitcase. This is our best chance to get you home." "Do you really think the judge will grant it?" Marcus looked her straight in the eye. "Yes." It was the first hopeful word she'd heard since the airport. She clung to it. The courtroom doors opened. Damian walked in. He was dressed in a black suit, his face pale, his eyes red as though he hadn't slept. His mother followed behind him, clutching a handkerchief. His sister cried quietly.Jason kept his head lowered. They looked