Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 269

After work, Evangeline returned to her apartment as usual, a folder of contacts for businesses in the surrounding counties tucked under her arm. She planned to make a trip the next day to try her luck.

Preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't immediately notice that someone had been in her apartment. It wasn't until she walked into the living room to get a glass of water that she heard a faint, rhythmic sound coming from the bedroom. A strange, cloying scent hung in the air.

She froze.

Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, she pushed it open. The scene inside made her stop dead in her tracks.

Clothes were scattered across the floor. On her small bed, two bodies were entwined. A woman with long, dark hair sat astride a man, her back to the door. She could see the man's hands gripping the woman's waist.

At the sound of the door opening, the woman turned her head.

It was Poppy. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and a sheen of sweat covered her skin. But when she saw Evangeline, there was no panic in her eyes, only a smug, triumphant smile.

It was painfully obvious who the man beneath her was.

Evangeline stood rooted to the spot, her mind a complete blank. A wave of nausea churned in her stomach. Just then, the man let out a low groan. That was it. She couldn't take it anymore. She spun around and fled.

But halfway down the hall, she stopped. *Wait a minute. This is my house.* They were doing… *that*… in her house.

A surge of pure rage washed over her. She marched back to the bedroom and kicked the door wide open.

"Get out!" she screamed, her voice trembling with fury. "Both of you, get out!"

"Evangeline!"

She heard Soren call her name from behind, but she didn't stop. She quickened her pace, but his legs were longer. In just a few strides, he caught up to her, grabbing her from behind and wrapping his arms around her.

"Evangeline, it's not what you think," he pleaded, his voice desperate.

The feel of his touch made her skin crawl. She didn't care what the truth was. She had accepted that they would end up together when she filed for divorce. But to do it in her house, in her bed… After five years of marriage, even if he despised her, he had no right to disgust her like this.

"Get off me!" she yelled, about to scream for help. But Soren, anticipating her move, clamped a hand over her mouth.