Evan's smile vanished, replaced by profound sorrow. His eyes turned bloodshot. "Don't you want to give me even a slight chance?"
"Some things, once missed, become lifelong regrets. Not everything is at our disposal to take or discard at whim, especially fragile emotions." I turned my head, shifting my gaze to avoid his emotional eyes.
"Avery, you are cruel. Whether three years ago or now, you never give me any leeway.
Three years ago, you attempted suicide in front of me, using your death to haunt me forever, ensuring I could never forget you.
Three years later, after I had accepted your death, you reappeared, making it impossible for me to love you." Evan's sharp gaze locked on me, his words laced with harshness.
"Unrequited love? Evan, did you ever truly love me? If you did, why would you continually protect Megan, the murderer of my parents? Don't tell me you didn't know Megan was still alive."
Evan stared at me in shock as I finished speaking.
Seeing his reaction only deepened my ridicule. This was his so-called love. Whenever Megan was mentioned, he seemed to lose his soul. My expression grew more sarcastic. "Lena is Megan, your recent favorite."
"I know." Evan's face was a mix of emotions. As I was about to laugh again, he added, "She is now wanted by the police."
My smile froze; I furrowed my brows in confusion and looked at Evan.
"I didn’t protect her. After I learned her identity, I alerted the police," Evan spoke quietly.
Surprised, I remained preoccupied on the way back. The notion that Evan loved Megan had taken deep root in my mind, yet he had managed to send Megan to jail.
Evan insisted on going to jail, refusing to hire a lawyer, which was headache-inducing.
Liam visited me about this issue, but I simply refused to see him.
When Evan’s grandfather pleaded with me to save Evan, seeing the elderly man with white hair before me reminded me of my own grandfather. I couldn't find the words to refuse him.
Everyone knew I was the only one who could free Evan from jail, yet they didn't realize he was pressuring me.
After a full day and night of contemplation, I had no choice but to yield. Whether through cunning or manipulation, Evan was always a master at it. I couldn't outplay him, and I lost utterly.
On the day I went to fetch him, it rained. I stood in the rain without an umbrella, hoping it would wash away all my pain and hatred.
Letting go of my grudges and truly forgiving him was something I couldn't achieve.
Indeed, my child was lost because of him.
When I fainted, I fell into a familiar embrace.
Upon waking, I found myself at home. Evan sat by my bed, gripping my hands tightly. His eyes brightened upon seeing me awake and he excitedly said, "You’re pregnant."
I stared with wide eyes, momentarily speechless, just looking at him.
"Don’t you like it?"
His cautious voice finally snapped me back to reality, and my trembling hand moved to my flat belly. I could hardly believe I was pregnant again!
Evan swiftly cleared all the negative news. He targeted several major newspapers, which shut down overnight, serving as a warning to other media, which quickly issued apologies.
The crisis came quickly and resolved just as swiftly.
Since becoming pregnant, Evan stopped going to the office. Any important company matters requiring face-to-face discussion were handled via remote meetings.
Facing him all day only made my mood worse.
