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Chapter4
You just left the family group, what’s that supposed to mean?
…Go apologize to my mother. She raised me on her own; if she gets so upset that something happens to her, I’ll blame it on you. You’re
about to be her daughter–in–law.
I didn’t even bother to answer.
I simply closed the chat.
An hour later, my bags were packed.
At least it wasn’t too late yet.
Better to see his true face now than after I’d signed the marriage papers.
By the time I stepped out of the house, night had fallen.
Another message popped up from William:
You’re ignoring my texts? What the hell is wrong with you today?
Forget it. Cool off if you need to. I’ve got overtime tonight, not coming home.
I ignored him again, wheeled my suitcase out of the complex, and called a cab straight to Sophie Lancaster’s place.
She was already standing downstairs waiting for me.
The moment I saw her, every ounce of humiliation I’d been holding back broke loose.
I threw my arms around her and sobbed into her shoulder.
She sighed, eyes shining with sympathy.
“Better a quick break than a slow bleed. You found out in time, Evelyn. That’s all that matter
“I’m not going anywhere! I’ve got you.”
She pulled a couple of bottles from the fridge, and we drank until well past midnight.
I was half–drunk, head swimming, when she suddenly jabbed my arm.
“Holy crap, Evelyn, tell me that’s not her. William’s side piece?”
I blinked at her phone screen.
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On it, a woman was live–streaming to her followers, and the man sitting beside her, half–hidden under a mask, was unmistakable.
William Ashford.
Facing the camera, she introduced him with a shameless smile,
“Babies, this is your brother–in–law.”
Her viewers, clueless to the truth, flooded the chat with flowers and heart emojis.
Congrats!
Couple goals!
1 had an awful day today,” she purred. “So your brother–in–law came to keep me company. His friends are here too, we’re not going home until we’re all drunk”
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The guys carrying in beer and trays of Cajun Crawfish… I knew every single one.
Old college friends.
Close mutual friends of mine and William’s.
And they were acting warmer toward Isabella than they’d ever been with me.
So they all knew.
Every. Last. One.
Except me.
Isabella laughed and teased them. “We’re not getting back until we’re drunk!”
“Alright, alright, anything for our favorite girl,” one of them grinned. “You know you’re our favorite girl.”
They drank and sang, then started a game of Truth or Dare.
Isabella lost a round, and a viewer lobbed a loaded question into the chat:
Where was your first time with your brother–in–law?
She giggled, slinging an arm around William’s neck, and nipped at him playfully.
“Rosewood Manor, Tower Thirteen, Suite 1308.”
“All night long, from dusk till dawn. He was so good I thought I might pass out.”
A shock ripped through me, my vision going white at the edges.
That address… was our home.
It felt like someone had shoved a blade straight through my chest.
I knew I would never feel anything more painful than this moment.
My hands shook violently as I gripped my phone and, on impulse, sent a barrage of Royal Gala Gifts to the stream.
Drunk and tipsy, Isabella giggled into the camera.
“Thanks to ‘One Step Up the Mountain‘ for the Royal Gala Gifts, love you, babe, big heart!”
The username hit our mutual friend like a punch. His eyes went wide.
He leaned in toward the screen, squinting, then stared at William.
“Will! Will!” he hissed, shaking him by the arm.
William was eight drinks in, but his eyes snapped open.
“…What did you just say?”
