Broken By Evelyn Miller Kindle Novels & Stories

Goodbye, Millie Berry. Those three words wouldn’t stop running through Millie’s mind, weighing heavily on her heart long after she left Evan’s room. She tossed and turned in her small bed, replaying their last conversation. She had never felt this broken before—no breakup had ever hurt like this. The emptiness inside her was overwhelming, like a hole she couldn’t fill.

I stand outside for not too long until the door opens again, and an elderly man comes out, followed by a tall man in a suit who looks very much like him, whom I assume to be his son, and Ethan. The elderly man looks me up and down. "Your wife, Mr. Hernandez?" he asks. Ethan smiles sadly. "No, sir, just a friend," Ethan replies. "This is Sofia Adams, Sofia, this is Mr. Miller, the hotel owner." I shake Mr. Miller's hand, smiling at him. "You remind me of my wife," he says, his eyes shining. "I'm sure she was a very beautiful woman, then," I joke to lighten the mood, knowing the story of her passing.

My stomach dropped. There was no reason for that phone to be in pieces unless... Unless…. The shattering noise I’d heard right before the line disconnected came rushing back to me. I stepped inside quickly. Evelyn looked up from the bed, eyes wide with something between shock and fear. Her fingers scrambled for the broken phone, hiding it behind her like a child caught with something forbidden. “Why... why is it broken?” I asked, my voice hoarse. She didn’t respond, of course. She couldn’t. She was mute.

Mitchell mouthed to Diana in a last attempt to get her going. Not that Mitchell didn't want to know more about Justina and how she was involved with Diana, she did. But after seeing how Justina was willing to go to the lengths of following Diana, she was convinced that among many reasons that Ryan had told Diana that they were broken up, that would be at the top of the list.

He can’t believe that he let the woman he loved get hurt by his infidelity. She saw how he cheated on her and how he did it with a woman he had just met. He couldn’t believe that she had been through that kind of pain and endured it in the past few years. "So she knew," Kobe stated, breaking the silence, but he couldn’t respond to him. He wanted to say something but no words would come out of his mouth. "B-But how did she know that?" Honey asked. She looked like she was about to break down. "I-I have no idea. I don’t know how she saw that or how she found out. But I’m sure she knows. She saw how I did it with another woman and that caused our breakup." Lyken’s heart felt like it was being sh

EVELYN’S POV: My heart was racing as I scrolled through the images and the accompanying write-ups, each headline more shocking than the last. I leaned back in my chair, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process everything. All I ever wanted was peace—peace I thought I had finally found with Leonard. But now, that fragile trust I was building had been shattered. How could he do this to me?

Aubrey questions My eyes fixate on the two of them as I try to tell them what was going on but, it was almost like the words wouldn't escape my mouth. I stood there in complete shock and instead rose my hand to show them what was going on. Aubrey's jaw immediately dropped to the floor, causing Ella to snatch my phone out of my hand. As much as I wanted to slap her and regain possession of my phone, I couldn't because my feet felt like they were stuck in cement. Ella immediately opens the d.m, causing whatever star stricken trance that I was in to immediately disperse. I immediately grab my phone from her grasp and attempt to breath. But I couldn't, because JACK GILINSKY had responded to ME.

“For surviving?” “For living,” he said simply. Something inside her broke — not painfully, but like glass giving way to light. She smiled, small and tired, and whispered, “Thank you.” They stood like that — two people who had broken each other and somehow learned to mend together again — until the night grew still. The candles had burned down to soft pools of wax, but the warmth lingered. Evelyn knew tomorrow would bring new battles — headlines, paperwork, perhaps even shadows from the past — but tonight, she allowed herself one truth:

I frowned and asked Tyler, "Did Mrs. Hale complain about Eric? If so happens, then our hotel name will be tarnished." That is when all the managers came out, looking happy and more relieved than ever. Then came Eric Matthew, face as red as a tomato, and he went towards the staff changing room. "Wow! What's wrong with him?" I wondered. Tyler snorted and said, "He's fired, Claire. Mr. and Mrs. Hale are very good friends of Mr. Miller, which is why they did not lodge any complaint. However, Mr. Miller had to do something about this situation. The list of complaints against Eric was increasing day by day, and this penthouse thing was the last straw.”

And she knew—unfinished history, especially the kind tied to old emotions… was often the easiest crack to break through. In her car, Evelyn sat alone. Outside, a light rain began to fall. She pressed her fingers to the glass and let out a slow breath. The offer had been made. The past had been summoned. What she didn’t yet know—was this the start of healing... or the beginning of a deeper wound?