Broken By Evelyn Miller Full Book Free Novels & Stories

The thought of never being able to see Havyn again felt like she had taken a knife to the heart. That kind of pain was just like when her baby left her. She couldn't understand why she cared so much about Havyn. Just as her nervous hands clenched into fists, she heard Nathan's calm, deep voice next to her ear. "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die." Once again, his tone inexplicably reminded her of Warren. She glanced at Nathan with some surprise, but he was intently examining the control panel. Evelyn gathered all her courage and walked toward the elderly person sitting by the table. She softly called out, "Mr. Miller Senior."

JULIA “What?” I exclaimed in such a loud voice that Evan was momentarily stunned. Evan chuckled and shook his head. “What’s gotten you so shocked?” “Did she break up with you?” I asked. “Why? When? How? Where?” Evan sighed. “Take it easy on the questions, Julia. To answer the first, I was the one who broke up with her.” My mouth went agape as he continued answering my other questions. “The reason is pretty obvious, don’t you think?” Evan asked. “I don’t think we suit each other well anymore. I owe her a lot for the times she was with me when I was alone. However, I can’t excuse how she accused you of something you didn’t do.”

I couldn’t help but reach out and grab his hand. Miles’ gaze was calm and distant, like he was recounting something from a lifetime ago. He looked at me seriously. “Eve, she’s really not well. It’s the kind of illness that never gets better. So don’t blame her. “The world is full of broken people—some have suffered far more than you or I.” I nodded, and whatever lingering resentment I’d felt toward Amy faded away. After telling me that story, Miles gently stroked my hair. “You must be hungry. Let me make you something. You didn’t have dinner at the hospital, did you?”

she said, making me feel very guilty. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said nervously. "Yeah right. What happened, Evelyn Millers? You can deceive everyone, but not Imogen and you know that." She said, frustrating my conscience. "Nothing happened. Why do you keep...." "Evelyn, hey," Miles interrupted, making me thank the heavens internally. Best interruption ever. "Miles," I said, forcing a smile. He is dressed in a white baseball t-shirt and black trousers, and one hand of his bag on his shoulder.

“Are you sure this won’t just reopen wounds?” Evelyn turned to him, her gaze calm. “Sometimes... wounds need to be reopened so they can heal the right way.” William said nothing. He simply placed the tea beside her laptop and sat across from her. “This letter… who is it for?” he asked softly. Evelyn took a breath. “For those who’ve been crushed by systems, by words, by other women. I want them to know that surviving isn’t weakness—and owning your mistakes isn’t destruction.” ---

By the time exhaustion finally dragged me into sleep, my heart was already too shattered to break any further. ________________________________________ The next morning, the scent of something warm and familiar drifted through the air, pulling me from restless dreams. Breakfast? I frowned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before slipping out of bed. My stomach was still unsettled, but curiosity won over nausea. When I walked into the kitchen, I froze. Evelyn was standing at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes. She turned when she heard me enter, a triumphant smile curling on her lips.

Evelyn’s perspective Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but I felt a headache coming on. I returned to my room, preparing to take a shower in my private bathroom. There was a knock at my bedroom door. Was Nicholas back? My mood suddenly improved, but when I opened the door and saw Mildred, my spirits sank a little. “Miss Carter, I made you some hangover soup. Have some.” Mildred was truly very thoughtful. Not only was she great with Sophie but she loved cooking.