Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 8

Emma swallowed the oatmeal in her mouth.

After finishing the last of her pastry, she took a napkin and gently wiped her lips.

Evan was pretending to eat, but he was secretly watching her.

He noticed her brow furrowing one moment, relaxing the next, and then a faint smile touching the corners of her lips.

He tapped the edge of his bowl lightly with his fork. "What are you so lost in thought about?"

Emma snapped back to reality and gave him a detached look. "Nothing."

She didn't want to say any more to him. She stood up and left the table.

After all, if he kept asking, she couldn't very well tell him she was fantasizing about what another man looked like with his clothes off.

***

After breakfast, Evan left for the office.

Emma got ready and left the house as well.

She went to the most prestigious law firm in Averton City, clearly explained her request for a divorce, and had the lawyer draft a division of post-nuptial assets.

Once the agreement was ready, she put the documents in her bag and headed to the hospital.

The prescription she got last time didn't seem very effective. When the pain flared up, it was truly excruciating.

When Nathan saw it was her, his expression remained neutral. He stared at his computer screen, clearly having no intention of engaging in conversation.

Emma didn't seem to mind. She walked over in her heels and sat down across from his desk.

She had put on makeup before leaving the house today—her soft hair was styled in dramatic waves, and her lips were still a seductive, bright red.

She wore huge silver hoops that made her already small face look even smaller.

"Can you prescribe me something different? Price is not an issue. I want the most effective medicine you have."

The woman's long, slender fingers curled slightly and tapped twice on the solid wood desk.

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