Broken By Evelyn Miller Wattpad Novels & Stories

The book​ was his way of saying he s⁠aw h‌er pain, understood her los‌s,⁠ re⁠membered the details she ha⁠d shared⁠ i‌n moments of vulnerab‌ilit‌y. Maya pres‍sed the card against her chest⁠ an‍d f‍elt s⁠om‍ething crack o​pen i⁠ns‌ide her, all th⁠e walls she had built threatening to‌ cr‍umble. ‍Sh‌e thought about Gabriel's docu‌ments and the hospital closure an​d the displaced families. Those facts did not disappear because Adrian remembered her birth⁠day.

He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished." Evelyn collapsed to the ground, her spirit broken. "Murderers. You're all murderers."

I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst. Miraculously, I got home when everything had calmed. I got home without Camil. After that day, I always visited the river, calling his name and hoping he'd answer. I still had you in me while I visited the river, for months, until I finally birthed you, Frances. Olivia looked down at Frances to see if she was sleeping. Frances laid her head on her mom's laps, in bed. "Reason why you've refused to see another man?" Frances said. "You keep waiting for dad. What makes you think he'd come back?"

“Wake up.” He did. He woke like a hinge that had only ever wanted oil. Evelyn’s hand was on his face—real, warm, human. The window admitted the river’s argumentative breath. Maera sat in a chair across the room with a knife in her lap and her eyes closed the way cats’ eyes close when they are listening better that way. “I broke the dream,” Evelyn said. “You rescued it,” he said. “From being well-produced.” She didn’t lower her hand. “Your turn,” she said. “Sleep. I’ll practice being ordinary in the same room as you.”

How long would she keep her hopes up waiting for Oscar to come get her out. As much as she wants to keep her faith in him firm, she just couldn't, it keeps diminishing with every passing second. She stood up, low grunts emitting from her lips. She grabbed the jars, her other hand on her tommy, suppressing the pain from the hard kick. She walked out, right outside the jail house, inhaling the breath of fresh hair she felt relieved. She began to pull water from the well as slowly as she could. "Althea Grace Miller!!"

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?”

said Mason. When I looked up in front of myself, I saw a strawberry blonde girl with red puffy eyes, looking harder to recognise her, I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror. " Do you know who she is? She's Evelyn Williams, whom I met four ago when she was at her worst. She had lost everything she lived for, at a very young age. And I think this girl has suffered enough in her life and now she just deserves the best." He said as I immediately turned around and buried my face in his chest.

EVELYN The next morning came far too quickly. I barely remembered falling asleep. When I opened my eyes, sunlight streamed through the curtains, and for one brief second, everything felt normal. Then reality settled heavily on my chest. Julian. The divorce papers. The humiliating mistake I made at the hotel. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the blanket aside. There was no point lying in bed. Life wasn't going to stop just because mine had fallen apart. After washing up and getting dressed, I stood in front of my vanity. My eyes landed on an old framed graduation photo of me. I picked it up.

Mile's POV The rest of the morning passed in a blur, and I spent every second avoiding Ryan. It wasn't difficult once I made up my mind. Blackwell University was massive, with more buildings, hallways, and shortcuts than I could count, so whenever I spotted him from a distance, I simply turned around and took another route

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son, Evan Shaw. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.”