Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 6

"What?" For a moment, Soren thought he must have misheard.

Evangeline calmly repeated herself. Soren still couldn't believe it. "Evangeline, what kind of game are you playing now?"

"I'm serious."

"Soren, I'm letting you and Poppy have what you want. I've already contacted the lawyer. I'm upstairs in the hospital room right now. If you have time, come up and we can discuss the divorce—"

Before she could finish, something seemed to click for Soren.

He let out a cold laugh, cutting her off. "I don't have time for this."

With that, Soren hung up.

He was almost amused—furious, but amused.

So her strange behavior lately really was just another ploy to get his attention. After all that talk, getting him to come see her must have been her real goal. Using divorce as bait.

Pathetic. He'd almost fallen for it.

Over the years, it wasn't as if he hadn't tried to force her into a divorce. He'd promised her half his assets, promised her whatever she wanted—she never took it. Eventually, he tried to provoke her into asking for the divorce herself: openly flirting with other women in front of her, shutting her out at family gatherings, ignoring her at parties with friends.

Any reasonable woman would have left him long ago. But Evangeline refused.

At first, Soren thought she was just greedy, always wanting more. It wasn't until much later that he realized, after all these years, the only thing she'd ever truly wanted was him.

Soren scoffed at the thought.

He could give her anything—except himself. That was never going to happen.

[I don't want to see you, and neither does Poppy. Don't be silly.]

He fired off the message, then ignored any further calls and headed upstairs.

He hoped Evangeline would have the sense to leave quietly this time. If not, he had no problem throwing her out of the hospital in front of everyone.

Evangeline didn't want to make things difficult for the nurses. She nodded.

Cradling the tiny box the doctor had given her—the remains of her unborn child—she slowly eased herself off the bed.

One of the nurses watched her struggle and hesitated, sympathy in her eyes. "You know, if a patient objects, a doctor can't just transfer you out like this. There's a complaint line for—"

"It's fine," Evangeline interrupted, forcing a weak smile.

She knew the nurse meant well. But she also knew the truth: Liam might have delivered the message, but without Soren's approval, he never would have dared.

Filing a complaint was pointless. If Soren wanted her gone, he'd find a hundred ways to make it happen.

She thanked the nurses, then quietly gathered her things.

With her body still aching, she limped out of the hospital, alone.