If he hadn't betrayed her, if he had truly cared for her, truly loved her, then his reaction to her frantic behavior, to the person she had become, shouldn't have been to blame her. It should have been to reflect on his own actions.
Because a loving partner's first reaction is always compassion and self-reflection.
If his love hadn't soured, if it still existed, his first instinct should have been to hold her and apologize, not to call her disgusting and suffocating.
Thinking back, Emma often felt as if that period of her life had been a bad dream.
So when she looked at the Evan of today and compared him to the Evan of back then, it always felt as if a knife had completely severed the past from the present.
"Evan, it's just the two of us in here. You can drop the act."
Emma's eyes, which had been calm moments before, had gradually turned cold. She looked at her husband, sitting on the edge of the bed with his cheeks flushed and his eyes hazy with feigned drunkenness, as if he were a complete stranger.
"...Emma, what are you talking about?"
Hearing her words, the smile on Evan's face only widened. He let out a low chuckle, as if he hadn't understood what she had just said.
"Did you not hear me clearly?"
Emma stared coldly at the man pretending to be drunk. If she had only been suspicious before, his smile had just confirmed it. He was faking it. It was all an act.
"I said, stop pretending, Evan. It's pointless."
Truly, whether he was pretending to be drunk or pretending to be deeply in love with her in front of everyone, it was all pointless.
They were already a couple on the verge of divorce. The papers were signed, and the mandatory waiting period would likely be over soon after they returned from Riverside Millford. So—
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