Evelyn's face grew even paler as she turned slightly and smiled at Noah.
"Noah, you go back first! I'll deal with him!"
Then she turned back, coldly blocking me from moving forward.
Noah sneered at me before turning and disappearing.
Evelyn turned and went upstairs by herself.
She opened the door, bent down holding her belly, and changed her shoes.
Watching Evelyn's shaky body, a trace of heartache involuntarily passed through me.
I gritted my teeth, my hands at my sides clenching and unclenching, finally taking a step to help her.
But she dodged away, passing by me and wearily collapsing on the sofa.
Her hand habitually touched her belly, but it was no longer the roundness she expected.
She paused, changed direction, and rubbed her tightly knit brows.
"Evelyn, why?"
"Quinn, let's divorce!"
We spoke at the same time.
Her voice was soft, but to my ears, it was deafening.
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I used all my strength to suppress my anger and resentment.
I closed my eyes, calming my fury, and after a long while, forced a word.
"Why?"
Evelyn finally raised her head to look at me.
Her eyes were large, and her pale face made them appear even deeper.
"I can't abandon him."