Broken Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

How could I yearn for another woman when I promised myself that I would only think about Elizabeth that way? As the guilt got me, I received a phone call; I picked my phone up immediately and saw that it was Melisa. I sighed deeply “Hello? I answered, pressing the phone against my ear. “Hello, sir?” Evelyn said her breathing ragged. My brow furrowed. “Evelyn? What is it?” “She's dead, sir,” she blurred. My grip tightened around my phone. “Who is dead Evelyn?” “Ms Melissa” Her words froze me.

a broken voice replied. My blood ran cold. “Evelyn?” “She’s gone,” she sobbed. “My baby girl is gone.” The world tilted. “What are you saying?” I whispered. “Evelyn… stop joking like that.” “She collapsed out of nowhere. They tried to save her. She couldn’t breathe,” she cried. “She kept coughing, and I stupidly thought she was okay. I failed her, Cassian. I am the one who deserves to die.” Something shattered inside me.

We stayed curled together while the monitors finally settled, while the ashes of the last attack disappeared into the city’s sewers far below. Outside, news alerts began exploding across every screen in the country: EVELYN CHASE RE-ARRESTED FOR FORGING CELESTE HART’S DIVORCE PAPERS. ATTEMPT TO DISSOLVE MARRIAGE WHILE WIFE FIGHTS LEUKEMIA. Inside our room, Killian kissed the ring on my finger the one engraved Forever is non-negotiable and spoke the only vow that still mattered. “They can keep trying,” he said. “They’ll run out of lies long before we run out of fight.”

She couldn’t survive this anymore. She had given up her dreams. Her youth. Her heart. Her body. Her child. And Adrian had given her lies. Lies and abandonment. Her heart was done breaking. Now it wanted revenge. Her body trembled with rage as the storm outside cracked open the sky. Evelyn turned toward the door, her eyes glowing with fury. A promise had been broken. A child had been lost. And a mate had made his choice. He would regret it.

When Evelyn first came to EMSO, I told her that before she got used to the research institution, she needed to get used to the country first. Then I ordered her to take a month off. Evelyn wanted to work, but I refused to allow it. She was like an empty shell. I took her outside, spent my days off with her, and sometimes talked to her about research. As those days passed, Evelyn eventually told me what had happened. She had been married to Nathan. One year later, Ryan, who had been her close friend, died. She took responsibility for his death and quit being a doctor. Then, after finally becoming pregnant with Nathan’s child, she miscarried.

Together, their accounts formed a structure too consistent to dismiss. Octavian watched without moving. Amelia remained near the stage. Her face revealed nothing. Evelyn stood behind me. “Will you testify?” I asked her. The microphone captured the question. The room waited. Evelyn looked toward Octavian. Then toward Gideon. “Yes.” She stepped onto the stage. “My name is Evelyn Mercer. I was declared dead after an M-17 experiment conducted at the original Mercer laboratory.” Gideon’s hands shook. “I survived because Crowne restarted my heart and kept me hidden. I carried memory patterns belonging to Isolde Voss and later fragments transferred through Elara’s death.”

"The dutiful grandson and his pretty little mistake. Too busy to visit when she was alive, but rushing to her deathbed? How touching." "Stay away from my mother," he hissed. "You've done enough damage." Ryan's face darkened dangerously. Without hesitation, he shoved the wheelchair aside and guided me past Kane into the room. I felt Kane's eyes boring into my back—calculating, assessing, plotting. Inside, Evelyn's body lay covered by a white sheet. The doctor explained it had been a sudden cardiac event, that she'd been experiencing symptoms but refused medical attention until it was too late. "Just like that," Ryan whispered, more to himself than to me.

"You just took away the only thing that was going to get me to Day 100." Arthur frowned, his anger flickering for a moment. "What are you talking about? They’re just pills. You can get more vitamins at the store tomorrow." "They weren't vitamins," Evelyn said. She stayed on the floor, her fingers tracing the edge of the porcelain. "They were for the pain. And the breathing. And the blood." Arthur stepped back, his brow furrowing. "The blood? What blood? Evelyn, what is going on? If this is another trick—"

Even when they dragged her down. Even when her knees hit the pavement, Even when cold water filled her mouth and hands clawed at her hair, her coat, her skin. The world narrowed to teeth and rain and red taillights disappearing into the dark. No one came back. Not Damian. Not anyone. Evelyn’s cheek pressed against the wet pavement. Her vision blurred until the broken pharmacy sign became nothing but a flickering smear of light. Her final breath rattled out of her chest. Then the world went black.

She saw herself kissing him. She saw herself stabbing him. She saw herself crying over him. She saw herself creating him. Then destroying him. Every contradiction existed at once. Evelyn fell to her knees. "I can't..." Eli crouched beside her. "Yes, you can." "I don't want to remember." "I know." "I don't want to be this person." "You aren't." Evelyn looked at him. "How can you say that?" "Because you're still my mommy." She broke.