Three Years Too Late for Sorry，Just in Time for My Freedom novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Time flew by. Three years had passed in a flash.

Nicholas, now three years into his marriage with Evangeline, was losing it again because she wanted to go out clubbing while their kid was crying.

He couldn’t even count how many times they fought about this exact same shit.

Could you maybe stay home with your kid for once? He’s YOUR son, not the babysitters.”

Evangeline was already at the door, slipping on her heels and grabbing her bag.

“That’s what we pay the nanny for, isn’t it? Or just dump him at Margaret’s-he’s her precious grandchild. Let her deal with him.”

“Besides, you guys said all I had to do was have the baby. I never agreed to be a full-time mom. Are you telling me the Ashfords don’t keep their promises?”

Nicholas was bouncing the screaming kid while trying to argue, and he had a client meeting later.

“My mom’s getting older, Evangeline. She went out for afternoon tea with her friends. Where’s she gonna find the energy?”

“You’re a married woman with a child. You can’t keep partying like you’re single. Could you at least try to act like a wife?”

She was already halfway out the door, not even bothering to look back.

“You know what? If you’re so miserable, just divorce me already! I’m over this domestic bullshit anyway!”

But Evangeline knew damn well Nicholas wouldn’t divorce her. Not now that she’d given him a son.

Yeah, Margaret had gotten pretty cold toward her lately. But Evangeline wasn’t an idiot-she’d refused to sign that prenup.

If they split up, she’d walk away with half his fortune. And her son would still inherit everything eventually. No matter what happened, she’d be fine.

The kid in his arms kept wailing.

That’s when Nicholas thought about his life with me. How I’d managed everything so perfectly. How he never stressed about anything at home.

If we’d stayed together, he’d still be crushing it at work, coming home to amazing dinners every night. He could work late or grab beers with the guys-whatever

he wanted.

A life like that… it seemed like it was gone for good.

10:39

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