Broken By Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

Her heart skipped a beat in glooming anxiety, thinking he might have a change of heart but to her utter relief, the door opened to reveal Mia. She was holding a broom and a dustpan. She stared at the broken glass questioningly before getting to work. Evelyn had nothing to say to her nor she wanted to explain anything. After Parco's betrayal, she distanced herself from Mia and Eva. Also because they were aware she was kept in chains like a dog. It was a big blow to her self-respect but she had no say in it. They even gave her sympathetic glances every time they brought her food. It was disturbing.

David Miller represents the troubled history that had resurfaced to torment her in this present day. When she thought about him now, she realized that their meeting had been the result of a strange chance of fate. David and she had been drawn together because of this accident. The loss of her husband a year earlier, the impending death of her much-loved aunt, her dissatisfaction with her wedding ring, and then the ultimate blow, when those jerks knocked over a wine bottle and spilled it all over her, all contributed to her mental breakdown. Amid her predicament, she had turned a teary eye to the person who had come to her aid, and because she had wished so much for it to be her husband, she

Another reason behind Everly's distaste of Millie was Millie's pettiness. There was no doubt that Millie would fight back after she was openly attacked by Everly. "What do you mean by 'done the deed'? Care to elaborate? Did I do something shameful? And what's wrong with being a divorcee; are we humans with lesser worth and not deserving of respect? Is it acceptable to look down on us?" Millie slammed her fist on the table as fury colored her eyes.

I interrupted them. Noel blinked at me and then cleared his throat awkwardly after realization hit him. "Uh, right. So, about prosecutor Elisa. I think we would get better clues of who the killer is if I join in on the investigation. It'll enable me to get access to Damon Michelle's murder scene. I've already decided to help her since I'll be discharged from the hospital within a few days. She'll be coming tonight to interrogate me about my assault so I am planning to tell her about it then. And...."

Alexander asked his brother who was still in his office. "Alex, look at this. I think I found something." Franklin didn't even answer his question. "What is this?" "You know me, brother. If there's something that I want done right—" "You do it yourself." They both studied all the files that Franklin gathered. That is when they learned that Gilbert never actually had Violet with him. She escaped when the first wave of gun shots happened. She ran away on her own. "She ended up on—" "Raleigh?"

**Nancy's POV** "I won't do it. I won't just do it," I shout as I stand on the entrance of the washroom. How can this happen? How can this ever happen? Why me? I have never even imagined that it could be me. It could be I that should go through all of this. I break down in front of the washroom as I fall on the cleanly wiped tiled floor with my both hands supporting me to sit. The tears stream down my cheeks like they are flooded with that salty liquid and are never ever going to stop in my whole life.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Sunday, Miller mansion:- The Sunday mornings in the Miller mansion had always been a brightening affair as Mr. and Mrs. Miller invited their extended family for lunch. Each Sunday is all about family meet and greet, lip-smacking lunch personally prepared by Mrs. Miller, and great laughter. However, this time it was a bit different. They did not hold a family lunch, as Mrs. Miller was not well. Moreover, today Mr. Miller was also in a sad mood as he was stressed for Evelyn. The girl had come early today and had been crying since morning. She narrated the incident from last evening, making Mr. Miller feel bad for her. As Viaan asked her to stop all her approaches this instant, which she hid sk

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

Joshua promise them that there would be no evidence that they would come out of it victorious? “Miss Miller, do you know the man on that screen?” The questioning started while the few women were still lost in thought, they looked up to see Miller shaking. “Miss Miller? Miss Miller! You are under an oath to tell the truth.” “I’m sorry!” Miller broke down at that moment and began to weep profusely, “I didn’t want to do it. He promised me money, I needed it for my children. It was never my intention to hurt anyone!” She wept.