Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 67

Soren pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Contrary to what he'd expected, there was no chaos—no overturned chairs or broken glass. Everything was perfectly in place, the surfaces spotless, the floor so clean it gleamed.

A pair of clean slippers waited by the shoe rack.

There were no signs of a struggle—no broken vases, no scattered belongings.

It was obvious: the occupant had simply stepped out.

Soren felt a brief flicker of relief, but as his eyes swept across the cramped space, his brow furrowed again.

The apartment was tiny. All the rooms together probably didn't amount to the size of his own living room back home. Even with only a few pieces of furniture, the place felt crowded and claustrophobic.

How could she possibly live like this?

He barely disguised his distaste, but then something caught his eye—a calendar on the wall.

A bold red circle marked the fifteenth of next month.

Evangeline always had a habit of jotting down important dates and anniversaries, but Soren couldn't for the life of him recall anything special about that day.

What was she up to?

Before he could puzzle it out, Gregory rushed in, hesitating at the threshold. "Mr. Fawkes, I've got the building's security footage. We... also found a record of Miss Whitmore leaving this morning."

Gregory's nerves were obvious; he half-expected Soren to lose it once he saw the footage. But with Soren in such a state, he couldn't exactly hold back.

Soren didn't notice Gregory's unease. He took the tablet and immediately opened the video.

The timestamp showed early morning, just after sunrise.

A gray sedan pulled up outside the building.

The car looked ordinary enough, but the gleaming gold license plate—almost like a shield—hinted at the owner's status.

Soren barely glanced at it, about to dismiss the whole thing, when something in the footage made him pause.

Ten minutes later, Evangeline appeared in the frame.

She wore a deep blue dress, her long hair casually pinned up, looking poised and effortlessly graceful.

He turned on his heel and marched out of the apartment.

The tension in the air was so thick it nearly choked Gregory. He swallowed hard, understanding Soren's fury, but still—Evangeline didn't seem like the kind of woman to throw away a husband like Soren for a secret fling.

There had to be more to this.

Unable to hold back his doubts, Gregory hurried after Soren and shared his suspicions.

Soren's anger ebbed as he listened.

Gregory had a point, but Soren wasn't convinced this was all a misunderstanding. It felt more like one of Evangeline's calculated moves.

This was probably all part of her plan.

She'd ignored his messages on purpose, knowing he'd come looking for her. She'd probably guessed he'd get his hands on the security footage too. So she made sure he'd see her leaving with another man—just to get under his skin.

An elaborate game, and he'd nearly fallen for it out of sheer frustration.

Noticing Soren's anger subside, Gregory finally relaxed. "Sir, do you want me to dig into this guy—find out who he is?"