"If you don't agree to the divorce, I'll still move out and live with Noah, and have his child!"
"Quinn, I'm just going to be with Noah for a year. We'll still have a long time together afterward!"
"You love me so much. Don't make a fuss and put me in a difficult position, okay?"
Now, if I didn't agree to the divorce and fulfill their wishes, I was the one being unreasonable.
4
At that moment, I finally couldn't control my temper any longer.
I stared at her, like a sulking child.
"Evelyn, you can dream about getting a divorce!"
"I'll make sure your child remains an illegitimate one!"
With that, I slammed the door and left.
I didn't want to stay any longer, not for a moment.
I was afraid I'd do something I'd regret in my anger.
I needed to calm down, and I needed to give Evelyn time to calm down too!
It was late at night, and it began to drizzle, with almost no one on the streets.
Thinking back on my deep love, I never expected it to be trampled like this.
Evelyn and I were neighbors.
My parents were often away on business.
Evelyn's mother, Grace Harris, was a housewife. Seeing me alone often, she always warmly invited me to eat at their house.
She would often joke with me.