Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 270

Soren's palm was burning hot.

Evangeline's eyes widened. She could see now that his skin was flushed a deep red, like a cooked lobster, yet his lips were deathly pale. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he seemed to be trembling. But before she could process what was happening, she caught the distinct scent of Poppy's perfume on him. The image of them in her bed flashed in her mind, and a wave of revulsion and anger washed over her.

She kicked him hard in the shin.

She expected him to dodge, but the blow landed squarely. He let out a choked groan, his face going chalk-white with pain. He doubled over, sinking to one knee in front of her.

Evangeline had never seen him so broken. For a moment, she was too stunned to move, her escape forgotten.

Soren clutched her arm, his grip surprisingly strong. Sweat dripped from his chin, splattering on the floor.

"Evangeline," he rasped, his voice raw. "It wasn't what it looked like. I thought it was you…" He was rambling, his words tumbling out in a panicked, pleading rush.

A bitter laugh escaped Evangeline's lips. "Soren, we were married for five years, and you can't even tell who you're in bed with? Did you think all those other women were me, too?"

Did he really think she was that interchangeable?

"No, I didn't," he gasped, his breathing ragged. "Evangeline, I never cheated on you. Not once. I came here today to find you. I wanted to tell you…"

"Don't say another word," Evangeline cut him off, her voice flat and cold. "Soren, we are divorced. You are free to be with whomever you want. I don't care, and you don't need to explain yourself. But I am asking you to stay out of my life. I have a new life now, a boyfriend. Someone I love."

Her words were like shards of ice. With every sentence, she felt his grip on her arm tighten. But he was weak with fever, and with a sharp tug, she pulled free. He immediately grabbed her with his other hand.

He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with fever and confusion. He felt like he was looking at a stranger. The woman he knew, the one who had loved him with a desperate, all-consuming passion, was gone. There was no trace of that love left in her eyes, only a cold, hard disgust.

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