But after several days, the spectacle Anne had been eagerly anticipating still hadn’t played
out.
The Scott family’s staff tiptoed around me, tending to my every need with extreme caution, terrified that Evan might notice I’d lost weight or had a bruise and take it out on
them.
I couldn’t figure out what Evan truly felt for me
He was gentle and attentive to Anne, yet with me, he was impatient and full of disdain. Despite that, he refused to let me go, constantly claiming that I was the one he loved the
most.
Now, he kept me locked in this villa like a caged bird. He didn’t speak a word to me, yet he
wouldn’t leave me alone either.
Desperate and out of options, I began to wonder if I should call my parents for help. Before I could, they called me first.
The moment I picked up, they launched into their usual lecture, insisting I should try to live peacefully with Evan. They rambled on about how divorced women were unlucky, repeating the same old clichés.
My mother joined in, wailing and accusing me, demanding that I return her precious grandchild to her.