Evelyn’s POV I do not remember how I got home that night. The only things I remembered were the rain, Damien’s voice calling my name from behind, and the numbness spreading through my chest during the entire drive. The moment I arrived at the Sinclair mansion, I locked myself inside my room. A room that once felt like home. Now it felt like a cage that suffocated me. I sat on the floor beside the bed while hugging my knees. My anniversary dress was still partially soaked, my hair was a mess, and the makeup on my face had already been ruined by tears. At some point, I stopped wiping them away. Because no matter how many tears fell, none of them could change what I saw tonight. Enough. I was no longer crying. Maybe because the pain had already become too much. A soft knock suddenly came from the bedroom door. “Evelyn.” Damien’s voice echoed from outside. I closed my eyes tightly. “Open the door. We need to talk.” I did not answer. Several seconds passed in silence befor
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