Chapter 9
Evelyn kept everything to herself. She just needed to leave with Emma- fast.
Their flight was in three hours. Bags were packed. Freedom was close enough to taste.
Then-
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A sharp, arrogant pounding rattled the door.
A middle–aged woman barged in without permission, lips curled in disdain.
“Took you long enough. What were you doing?”
Evelyn’s brows drew together.
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“Who are you? I don’t know you. Get out.“”
The woman ignored her, studying her face like inspecting damaged goods.
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“Son, she’s not much to look at… but good enough for a wife.”
Evelyn thought she’d gone mad–until he walked in.
Dennis. The man who destroyed Josie. Smirking like he owned the world.
Her vision turned red. “Get out! How dare you—”
But Dennis only leaned on the doorframe, eyes crawling over her like
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grease.
“Why? You’re my wife now. This is my house. Josie warmed my bed, and now she’s gone. Someone has to replace her.”
He grinned wider. “Mr. Bensen and Ms. Gearey agree–if Josie’s not here, you’ll do.”
Evelyn’s stomach iced over.
And then Theodore appeared, Samantha draped on his arm like a prize.
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“Ms. Finchum,” Samantha purred, “the trial’s about to start, and Josie’s… missing. My client needs closure. Bring her here—or take her place.”
Evelyn’s nails bit into her palms. “Josie is dead! She’s never coming back. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Samantha feigned surprise, then smirked. “Really? Lying about your own sister to dodge a case? Pathetic.”
She turned to Theodore sweetly. “What should we do?”
Theodore’s grip clamped on Evelyn’s wrist. “This case matters to Samantha. Stop making it difficult.”
Her voice shook, but her words were knives.
“I told you–Josie’s gone. What now, Theodore? Drag her corpse to
court?”
His face went cold. In one shove, he sent her sprawling into Dennis’s waiting arms.
“Take her.”
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Dennis’s whistle was slow and filthy. Behind them, Emma cried out, struggling against bodyguards.
Evelyn caught her mother’s eyes, giving the smallest nod.
Go.
She dropped her gaze, playing the part of a woman who’d given up. As Dennis dragged her past Theodore, she leaned in, her voice low and lethal.
“You’re the one forcing this, Theodore. Don’t regret it.”
Then she was gone–shoved into Dennis’s car.
The door slammed. The engine roared.
But Evelyn’s mind was clear, calculating. She watched every turn, every landmark. And when the moment came–she jumped.
Pain tore through her legs and hands, but she kept running, branches clawing at her skin. The forest thinned. The airport was close.
Her phone buzzed. A message from Emma:
If you don’t make it, I won’t leave.
Her throat burned. She pushed harder.
Ten minutes later, she stumbled through the security gate, bloodied but standing. The weight on her chest lifted as she spotted Emma.
She took her mother’s hand, gripping tight.
“Mom… we’re finally getting out of here.”
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