The scene played. On the hospital bed, Evan and Violet were locked in a passionate kiss. Violet’s curvaceous figure writhed beneath him, like a serpent tempting its prey.
And Evan… my Evan… was pressing hard into her, again and again.
The fresh wound on his side had reopened, staining the white sheets with blood. The stark red mocked me, laughing at my foolishness.
But what did the pain of a reopened wound mean to a man like Evan, with a beauty like Violet Roswell in his arms?
I pressed the replay button. It felt like self-punishment, watching their betrayal over and over again. For a full five hours.
The gasping and moaning sound from the video made my stomach churn violently.
Five years ago, I gave up everything for him and walked away from a bright future at the research institute to follow him, mission after mission.
I thought our love was the strongest bond.
But now?
I stared at Evan on the screen and it felt like looking at a stranger.
The way Evan hugged Violet and surrendered to his desires again and again was completely different from the affectionate Evan I knew.