Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 147

He let out a mocking laugh, glancing toward the door. "What's the rush to send me home? Afraid I'm ruining your precious time together?"

Evangeline caught the pointed reference to Glenn—she heard the sarcasm in his voice, too.

She couldn't be bothered to argue, so she replied in the same dry tone, "Not at all. I just thought you staying here might get in the way of your quality time with Poppy."

Soren snorted. "Funny. Never pegged you for someone so considerate."

She smiled, unfazed. "Well, I was wrong before—always in your way. I'm happy to step aside for the two of you now."

Soren scoffed.

Nice words. Too bad he didn't buy it.

She was just shifting her affections to Glenn, that much was obvious.

He wasn't blind; he could see it clear as day.

The thought made irritation prickle under his skin.

With a cold laugh, he shot back, "Don't get your hopes up. Glenn isn't the kind of man who'd ever be interested in you."

Evangeline blinked. "Excuse me?"

She had no idea how the conversation had landed on Glenn.

Wasn't he the one who agreed to the divorce in the first place?

Now, what was this attitude about?

"Whether he's interested or not is between me and him. You don't need to concern yourself," she said, her voice icy.

That only seemed to rile Soren further.

Was she really hoping Glenn would notice her?

"Evangeline, have you forgotten? We're still married," Soren reminded her, his tone sharp. "Before you start running around behind my back, maybe remember you're still Mrs. Fawkes."

Mrs. Fawkes.

On their wedding night, he'd disappeared to chase after another woman.

It was only then that she finally realized: Soren didn't seem to know that the divorce was already in motion, that their paperwork was nearly finalized.

Her throat felt tight, words catching before she could speak.

After a pause, she asked quietly, "Soren, do you remember signing a document not long ago?"

"What document?" Soren looked at her, genuinely confused.

She pressed on, "About two weeks ago. I brought it to your study."

Soren thought for a moment.

He had to handle so many documents every day, it was hard to remember specifics. But this one had involved the Whitmore family—a major partnership—and Evangeline had brought it herself. It rang a bell.

"Why are you asking?" he said, dismissive.

Evangeline didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Do you remember what kind of document it was?"

Soren barely spared it a thought. "A contract for the Whitmore partnership. What else would it be?"