Broken By Evelyn Miller Wattpad Novels & Stories

Slowly, she opened the bottom drawer. A single file sat inside. Untouched. Prepared months ago. Just in case. She opened it. RESIGNATION NOTICE. Evelyn Hart. The words stared back at her. The document wasn't new. That surprised most people when they eventually reached their breaking point. The truth was that breaking points rarely arrived all at once. They accumulated. One disappointment at a time. One ignored hope at a time. One laugh at a time. Her fingers rested on the keyboard. She expected tears.

⸻ That evening, Claire sat beside Aaron on the rooftop terrace of his apartment building, city lights glowing softly around them. Aaron handed her a warm drink before sitting beside her quietly. “You look lighter today,” he observed. Claire smiled faintly. “Susie called me.” Aaron looked surprised. “How did that go?” Claire stared down into her cup. “She apologized.” Aaron studied her expression carefully. “But?” Claire’s voice softened painfully. “Part of me wishes it didn’t take me leaving for them to finally notice I was hurting.” Aaron’s gaze gentled instantly. “They noticed because losing you forced them to.”

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.

Not everyone who says they love you… Is telling the truth. Sometimes they just love the story you help them create. Evelyn who hasn’t cried for a long time broke down She was used, her portrait scattered everywhere for what she felt disgusted with her self, everywhere she went on campus people recognized her Talked about her and even laugh She hated Mateo so much that every breathe she cursed at him

She turned and began to pound on the car window. "Open the door! I want to get out!" Jeremy was hesitating behind her, unwilling to open the door. Evelyn used all her strength to repeatedly hit the window, her disgust evident in her eyes. Eventually, Jeremy unlocked the door, and Evelyn pushed it open before rushing out into the rain. Her umbrella, which had fallen to the ground, had been blown into the middle of the road and shattered by passing vehicles. Her broken umbrella felt just like Evelyn's heart at this very moment. If Jeremy had simply abandoned her two years ago, it wouldn't have mattered. Even when he later became Natalie's boyfriend, it still wouldn't have mattered.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

Murmurs of who she was filled in the whole room. “You bitch! How dare you come here!” Mrs. Miller stood up abruptly the moment she saw Crystal and spat furiously at her. She hasn't forgotten how Crystal burned her hand a few months ago. Just thinking about it made her want to kill Crystal. “Just leave here, you psychopath!” Evelyn also said angrily, though she was somehow feeling uneasy about Crystal's appearance. The audience was all curious as to who Crystal was and why the Miller family doesn't want her to be there.

Anthony stood there, staring toward the attic, for a very long time. … Three days later, Anthony opened the attic door. Evelyn curled in the corner, her face pale, lips cracked and dry, eye sockets hollow. Her hair was messy, covered in dust and blood—she had tried to break the door, her fingers bruised and bleeding. She was still alive. Anthony knelt in front of her. “How does it feel?” Evelyn looked at him weakly, her lips trembling. “Water… please… give me water…” Anthony did not move.

Evelyn looked at me with wide eyes. "You told me that you don't." She whispered but it was loud enough to be heard by everyone. "Oh yes, he did. He not only broke her physically but mentally as well. She was turned into an introvert and was eventually forced to leave the country!" Myra yelled, finally breaking into tears. I looked down in shame and spoke in a barely audible tone, "I.. am still repentant for that day..." Evelyn took a step back. I gave her a pleading look to stop going away but she turned away and said to Adrian.

Miller said with urgency in his tone. Watson too is feeling the same. He is done waiting for Eva to make a move and slap him like he told her to do. He actually underestimated Damien. He succeeded to soften Evangeline towards him. She is not going to slap him now. If he let her stand there like that, then just like Miller pointed out, people will understand that they both love each other. So without wasting any more time, he opened the car door and walked towards his daughter with long purposeful strides.