Chapter 15
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On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband’s first love, Natalie Moore, was the star of the show.
Everyone eager to suck up to Oliver Ashford flocked around her, kissing her ass left and right.
A few drinks in, Natalie was clearly wasted.
During some stupid drinking game, she looked around smugly and said, “You know what? The truth is, Evelyn Sinclair never actually killed Mrs. Ashford. But all it took was one word from me, and boom-she became the bad guy. What does that tell you p>
The room went dead silent. People stared at her in disbelief.
Natalie just smirked, looking proud of herself. Then her expression turned nasty. “It means I’M the one who matters
most to Oliver. And Evelyn? She’s nothing but a fucking slut
She didn’t notice that Oliver was standing right behind her.
But even after hearing the truth, Oliver didn’t confront Natalie. Instead, he turned to me, voice cold. “Is what she
said true p>
“What if it is? Does it even matter? You think we can just go back p>
My words hung in the air. Oliver said nothing.
And in that moment, something inside me finally broke.
Oliver Ashford, we’ve done for good.
The second Natalie saw Oliver, she sobered up fast. “Oliver, was kidding! We were playing a game called ‘Two Truths and a Lie.’ You didn’t actually believe me, did you p>
Then she quickly turned to me. “Evelyn, this is all my fault. Please don’t fight with Oliver, okay p>
I’d seen this act a million times. I was done playing along.
So I ignored Natalie and turned to leave. But Oliver grabbed my arm. “You’re just gonna walk out p>
“What else am I supposed to do?” I shot back coldly.
That set him off. “It’s our fucking anniversary, Evelyn. You’re seriously gonna bail? You trying to embarrass me in front of everyone p>
His accusing stare pissed me off. “Oh, so now you remember I’m supposed to be the woman of the hour? Then
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answer me this-who’s wearing MY dress tonight? Who walked up on that stage with you? And who just called your wife a whore? That’s not embarrassing p>
My questions wiped the smug look off his face.
“Evelyn, why are you being so sensitive? I already told you, was joking! I wouldn’t joke like that with just anyone. I was just trying to lighten the mood for your anniversary with Oliver p>
“Enough p>
But that didn’t come from me.
Everyone froze.
Because it was the first time Oliver had ever snapped at Natalie.
Everyone in New York knew Natalie’s his true love. What the hell was happening?
I just stood there, watching the show.
Oliver shot me an annoyed look, then turned to Natalie. “Don’t make jokes about my mother p>
“I p>
Natalie had nothing left to say.
“I’ll take you home p>
For once, Oliver was actually thinking about me.
He took my hand, ready to leave. And for the first time, he didn’t say, “Why are you making such a big deal out of this? She’s crying now. What’s wrong with me comforting her p>
A few years ago, I would’ve been over the moon. But now? I didn’t need it anymore.
I pulled my hand away. “No thanks. I can get home myself. Besides, you spent so long planning this anniversary. It’d be a shame to leave now, wouldn’t it p>
With that sarcastic remark, I walked out.
I figured Oliver wouldn’t come home at all that night.
But thirty minutes later, he was back.
The second he saw me, he started making excuses. “Natalie said she really was just joking p>
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