He’d sit at the edge of my bed, gently patting my back, whispering soft lullabies until I drifted off.
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drifted off.
His voice–deep and steady–would carry me through countless stories, soothing my fears. Under his protection, I lived those years in a bubble of peace.
But everything changed the night I turned eighteen.
That night, he was drunk. I gathered all my courage and confessed my feelings, hoping- praying for a response.
After that, it was like he became someone else. The warmth he used to show me vanished,
like it had never been there to begin with.
On the phone, Magnus’s voice was still pressing, “Evelyn, come home. Don’t believe whatever those other men are telling you.”
I hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I’d been planning to go back anyway–to pack my things.
Before I left, Sven handed me a folder. “What you asked for, it’s done.”
I opened the door, lifted the file slightly in thanks and said goodbye.
When I got home, Magnus wasn’t there yet. I went straight to the bedroom closet and stared at the rows of clothes, then began packing.
I wasn’t even halfway done when Magnus stormed in. He spotted the suitcase on the bed,
my hands. rushed over and yanked the clothes from
“What the hell are you doing?” he barked.
I stayed calm. “Packing. I’m moving out. And I need you to sign the divorce papers.”
His expression hardened, like I’d just knocked the air out of him.
“How long are you going to keep this up?” Then his tone turned harsh, almost threatening. “This is about that other guy, isn’t it? Who is he? Tell me!”
I shook my head. “It’s not about anyone else. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”
That’s when he lost it. He grabbed the suitcase and threw it across the room.
The sound startled me. I’d never seen him that angry before.
He pulled me toward him, gripping my arm tightly, his voice low and furious. “Evelyn! Do you think you can just decide whatever you want and I’ll go along with it?”
