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Flirting with another man right in front of her own husband? 

Soren was so furious he actually laughed. “Evangeline, have you forgotten who 

are?” 

Evangeline shook her head. “No. I haven’t forgotten.” 

you 

“Haven’t forgotten?” Soren scoffed. “Then why, right in front of me, are you making eyes at someone else? Do you think I’m invisible?” 

And today, she’d embarrassed him in front of that man–more than once. No wonder he was in such a foul mood. 

Staring at Soren’s angry face, Evangeline found herself momentarily dazed. 

She wasn’t stupid. She could see how his gaze kept darting between her and Glenn. Of course she understood the reason for his anger: he thought she was getting a little too close to Glenn. 

But hadn’t Soren done far worse for Poppy’s sake? She’d always assumed that, after everything, he’d be used to seeing her with other men–that it wouldn’t bother him anymore. 

Turns out, it did. Turns out, when the tables were turned, Soren got angry too. 

A small smile touched Evangeline’s lips. She mimicked his old tone, “Glenn isn’t just anyone–he’s my friend.” 

Glenn nodded in agreement. “We were close friends long before Evangeline ever got married.” 

“And honestly,” Glenn added, glancing at Soren, “I thought, as her husband, you’d know that.” 

Soren caught the not–so–subtle implication in Glenn’s words. His fists clenched at his sides, but in the end, he didn’t swing them. No point in lowering himself over a woman–especially one as stubborn as this. 

“Fine. Wonderful, Evangeline.” His laugh was cold and sharp, and without another word, he turned and walked out. 

Once outside, the more Soren thought about it, the angrier he became. He pulled out his phone and called Gregory. 

Within minutes, Gregory arrived and parked at the curb. Soren got in, slamming the 

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car door so hard it rattled the whole vehicle. 

Gregory flinched in surprise, glancing back to find Soren seething, his expression murderous. Gregory let out a silent sigh. 

No need to guess–they’d argued again. 

Still, Gregory found a sliver of comfort in it. At least an argument was an outlet for Soren’s emotions. It was better than earlier that day, after Mr. Fawkes arrived at Evergreen Memorial Park, and stood before Alison’s headstone—the one Evangeline had had engraved with “Our Beloved Daughter, Alison.” Soren had just stood there, hollow–eyed, neither eating nor drinking, lost in grief the entire day. 

Gregory had only seen Soren like this once before, years ago–back when Clyde was dying of kidney failure, and the Fawkes family had frantically searched for a donor. After the hospital issued a critical notice, everyone panicked. Helena had even started making funeral arrangements. Soren, usually so rational and composed, had been just as helpless as he was today. 

Now, Gregory waited silently, letting Soren vent in his own way. 

He expected Soren to move on quickly, as he usually did, but after a long while, Soren leaned back against the seat and asked quietly, “Gregory, this time… was it really my fault?” 

Soren had always believed he hated Evangeline, wanted her gone. But today, seeing her stand across from him and speak up for another man, the rage he felt was almost enough to drive him mad. 

Hearing Soren actually question himself, Gregory was taken aback. For a moment, he thought he must be hearing things. Soren never admitted doubt–not ever. 

He didn’t dare speak. No matter how wrong Soren might be, he was still the boss, and no boss wants to hear he’s at fault. 

After a moment, Gregory cleared his throat and said, “Mr. Fawkes, in marriage, there’s rarely a right or wrong.” 

“If you truly don’t know what to do, maybe… try treating her the way Miss Whitmore always treated you.” 

Gregory had seen, over the past five years, just how deeply Evangeline loved Soren. Sometimes, even he was moved by the things she did for him. If Soren could give back even half that love, maybe they’d be one of Serenity City’s happiest couples. 

Soren said nothing. He just stared out the window, his expression darkening as the city lights blurred past. 

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