Divorce?
A boyfriend?
If she’d brought this up before, Soren might have thought Evangeline was just trying to provoke him. But after everything that happened yesterday, he was suddenly struck by the realization that he barely knew her at all.
He had no idea when she’d truly decided to end their marriage. He didn’t know when she’d given up on him and chosen someone else. All he knew was what he didn’t want: he didn’t want a divorce. He didn’t want to drift further and further away from her. He didn’t want to see her look right through him, or—worst of all—see her with another man.
Maybe Liam was right yesterday. Maybe this was just another trap Evangeline had set, hoping he’d come crawling back. But Soren had to admit—this time, he was walking into her trap willingly.
He forced down his anger, letting out a resigned breath. “Let’s say you’re right about everything. I’m not here today for Fawkes Enterprises’ shares, or for the will.”
“Then what do you want?” Evangeline asked, suspicion flickering in her eyes.
Apart from those things, she couldn’t see what else there was left for them to talk about.
Soren didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out, intending to push open her bedroom door.
She blocked it with her foot, making it perfectly clear he wasn’t welcome inside.
Her crisp, unhesitating refusal made his eye twitch.
“Is someone in there?” he demanded.
Evangeline didn’t bother answering. “Whether there’s someone or not, it’s none of your business. Don’t forget—we’re already divorced. You and I are nothing to each other now.”
“I don’t want a divorce.”
She had barely finished speaking before Soren cut in.
His voice was steady and certain. “I know about the accident a month ago. I know about the miscarriage, and about you being thrown out of the hospital. If that’s why you want the divorce, I’m willing to apologize and make it right.”
“But marriage is between two people. I was never consulted about the divorce. You decided everything on your own, and I don’t agree to it. I won’t accept it.”
Evangeline gazed at him in silence.
After a moment, she let out a short, bitter laugh. “Fine. I’ll give you a chance to make it right.”
Seeing her relent, some of the tension left Soren’s face. “What do you want?”
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