Page 54 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“You wouldn't,” Hannah said, her eyes wide as she took a step toward me.

“Try me. I dare you.”

She saw my determination and her lips pressed together. Murmurs invaded the room and when I glanced over, Evelyn wasn't there anymore. Carter gestured upstairs, letting me know that she'd gone to her bedroom.

I clapped my hands, gesturing towards the door. “Out, all of you.”

“You can't do this.” For the first time since her grandmother's death, Hannah looked like she was going to cry. Her tears weren't over Anne though. No, they were over this “embarrassment,” as I knew she'd call it later on.

“Yes, I can,” I replied, gaze unwavering. “You want to know why?” She tilted her chin up, trying to portray strength I knew she didn't have. Her perfect family life had shattered in front of all the people who mattered to her.

“Why?”

“Because I'm done. Fuck the month left of the therapy, Hannah. I'm filing for divorce.”

Shocked gasps surrounded us. Yeah, these people were money-hungry but they loved their gossip.

“Out!” I hissed one last time, reminding them that they had nothing to do there.

I let out a breath as people started rushing out, knowing that I wasn't fucking around. I was on edge, the shit that had happened the past few days exploding unexpectedly. It was unbelievable that I had actually wanted to be part of this family, of this.

After everyone left, including Hannah who took off with her parents, I got in the shower needing to clear my mind. I needed to cool down before I saw Evelyn. If there was anyone being affected by everything, it was her.

Groaning in frustration, I leaned my head against the cold tile. The only progress I'd made throughout this mess was asking for a divorce. Granted, it wasn't the most appropriate way of doing it but I'd reached my limit.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. However, when I walked into my bedroom Evelyn was standing, running her hand over the wooden furniture delicately.

“Hey,” I said. “Everything okay?”

She turned to look at me, her eyes widening when she saw that I wasn't wearing a shirt. “No.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “Nothing is okay.” Evelyn's resolve cracked with each word she spoke. “I don't want to feel this, Nate. I keep hoping that it's all a bad dream.”

“Evie,” I began, following her every movement. Whatever I was going to say was forgotten when her hands went to the hem of her dress and she pulled it up and over her head. Involuntarily, my eyes traveled down her body; a body I'd imagined time and time again standing before me like this, nearly naked. “Evie, what are you doing?”

“Help me forget,” she said in a whisper. Her hand reached back to the clasp of her bra and she unhooked it, the straps running down her arms. I stepped forward in an attempt to stop her but it was too late. The material fell to the ground, leaving her breasts free and naked.

Holy shit.

“Make me forget, Nathan.”

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