They Voted Me Out Of The Wedding So I Canceled It Chapter 10
“Yes. I’m in Atlanta.”
“Give me the address,” Evan said immediately. “You can’t start a business on a whim just because you’re angry. Who is this investor? Cameron? Do you even know him?”
In the past, when he used that lecturing tone disguised as concern, I would have patiently explained everything.
This time, I just said, “My lawyer will handle all communication.”
There was a pause on the other end.
“Claire, I’m worried about you.”
“That’s no longer your concern. We’re in the middle of a divorce.”
“I haven’t agreed to a divorce.”
I laughed, a sound completely devoid of warmth.
“My divorce doesn’t require your vote.”
I hung up.
A few seconds later, he sent a photo. In our empty living room, only his jacket was draped across the couch.
The caption read: *The house feels empty. Come back and fill it.*
I deleted the message without replying.
The next afternoon, the front desk of my office building called up to my suite. A man named Evan Hale was in the lobby.
On the security monitor, he looked exhausted. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his shirt was wrinkled. In his hand, he held a Flat White—my old favorite.
“Claire, let’s talk,” he said into the intercom. “The coffee’s still hot.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Then just come down. I only need ten minutes.”
I pressed the talk button again, my voice even.
“Evan, if you have something to discuss, please go through the proper legal channels.”
Then I cut the line and ended the call, leaving him standing on the other side of the locked glass doors.
He just stood there, frozen, still holding the coffee.
He still thought that if he could just find me, I was supposed to come home with him.