Page 69 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“What the fuck is going on?” Hannah asked, losing her patience.

“I gave her the recommendation,” I shrugged.

This would probably come back and bite us in the ass.

“Thank you, brother-in-law,” Evie said with a serious expression. “It was great, quality porn.”

I ran a hand over my face, smile unwavering as I tried my best to not kiss her then and there. This was the Evelyn that I knew; the smart, witty, sarcastic young woman that didn't care what anyone thought about her. Hannah's gaze flickered between us with suspicion, her mouth opening as her mind began to put two and two together.

“Now,” Evie said, clapping her hands together, “as much as I love talking about my porn watching habits, I have to get going.”

“We're not done talk—”

“Yes, we are Mother,” Evie interrupted with a smile. “Unless you want to basically talk to yourself while I ignore you then yes, we're done talking.”

“You cannot behave this way, Evelyn.”

“I can. I've learned it from you.” The room was quiet for a few moments until I took out the keys to my studio and tossed them to Evelyn.

“Go paint what you wanted to paint,” I told her, hoping she'd understand.

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Have a nice day Mom, Dad. You too, Sis. Don't stress too much.”

It was all so damn risky, but I'd be gone for a large part of the day and I didn't want her to be alone with her “family.” The kitchen was silent while I rummaged through the fridge, ready to prepare a small breakfast for Evelyn and me.

At that point all I cared for was getting out of there; being able to take Evelyn out of the confines of that house where she'd endured so much pain.

“Nathan, we need to talk.”

“About?” I asked, not bothering to look at Hannah.

“About the divorce,” she said.

I pressed my lips together, focusing on the food on the stove.

“Don't ignore me, Nathan.”

“I'm not. It’s just something we don't need to discuss.”

“Yes, we do.”

“I mean, that's something your lawyer will discuss with mine.”

I saw her father tense behind her, eyes fleeting to his wife in an instant. They wanted to avoid the scandal; the idea of having a divorced daughter set them off. The Carsons had a reputation to uphold and I didn't plan on exposing them if we could just go with the divorce peacefully. If not, however, it would be a different story.

“Are you sure you wouldn't be willing to fix your marriage?” Her father placed his hand on my shoulder as if we had the best relationship. I shrugged him away and reached for two plates and served the food.

“What are you doing?” Hannah hissed.

“None of you had the decency to offer Evelyn any food and she hasn't eaten. Neither have I so I figured I'd bring her some food.”

“We have things to discuss.”

“We don't. And no, I don't want to give the marriage another try. It's fake, isn't it?” I said, raising an eyebrow. Hannah pursed her lips, anger evident on her face. “You know why I married you and you decided it was better to stay together. I don't want to do that anymore, I'm not going to. So unless you're going to say that we're going to keep the divorce smooth sailing, I really have nothing to talk to you about. Now, if you'll excuse me.”

When I walked into the small studio, Evelyn was busy focused on whatever it was she was painting. She didn't even realize I'd walked in until I wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin on top of her head.

“What the hell is that?” I asked with a mumble.

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