Chapter 7
Evangeline posted something on Instagram.
Zero likes, zero comments, so she’d definitely set it so only I could see it.
I took a really good look at what she’d shared.
Two person tents everywhere, and all the other guys had brought their wives.
Only Nicholas and Evangeline were flying solo.
Someone joked around and suggested. “Dude, Nick, you two should just share. Evangeline’s gonna be freaking out all night by herself.”
Evangeline’s brother brother shot a glance at the two of them who had been silently standing there, his expression unreadable.
“Nick, if you’re sharing a tent, keep your hands to yourself with my sister.”
Nicholas just laughed. “Fuck you. What do you take me for?”
But then the next second, he opened up the tent with desire in his eyes. “Come on, sweetheart. Get in here. I’ll take care of you tonight.”
I screenshotted the video and threw her a like.
It was pretty obvious from watching that Nicholas had officially crossed the line.
He wasn’t just mentally checked out anymore, he was actually acting on it.
Was there any point in sticking around for this trainwreck? I stayed up all night going back and forth about it.
By sunrise, I’d made up my mind.
Didn’t think twice. Just packed up all my stuff right and moved back into the condo I’d bought myself before we even got married.
Nicholas didn’t bother calling until he’d been screwing around for two whole days.
First words out of his mouth. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”
I texted him my address and sat down on the couch, waiting for him.
10:38
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