Caden Lockwood stared at Evelyn incredulously, his rough breathing like daggers scraping across her face.
If he hadn't seen the tear stains on her face, if the diary hadn't been handed over by her, he wouldn't have believed that Evelyn had written all of this.
Could it be that, all those times he wasn't home, she was pouring her unwillingness into this diary?
Ha!
It was him who forced her!
Marriage, love, intimacy, all of it, he forced upon her!
Yet, this glaring fact was something he had always overlooked!
He naively thought that she had been touched by him!
Caden slammed the diary down heavily on the table, glaring at Evelyn, like an enraged lion, while Evelyn seemed nothing more than a tiny ant, easily crushed.
Evelyn was startled awake by the loud sound.
Her eyes opened, her sight falling upon Caden Lockwood's handsome face, stained as if with ink.
Her heart skipped a beat in confusion, not understanding what was happening to him.
