#Chapter 168 – Joyce

Evelyn’s blood runs cold in her body. Joyce. She fights the urge to snarl at him. Instead, she keeps her face impassive, saying nothing.

“How ironic,” Joyce says, looking slowly around at everyone in the room. “That my ex-wife shows up on the same day that my current wife abandons me.”

No one says a word. Joyce just smirks, closing the distance between himself and Evelyn. “Perhaps I’ll just take you back,” he says softly, raising a hand towards Evelyn’s face.

Evelyn works to stay perfectly still as he runs a finger down her cheek, but she can’t help her wince as his finger presses against her bruise.

“After all,” Joyce murmurs. “Sisters are basically interchangeable.”

His eyes rove over her and he smirks. Evelyn knows, instinctually, that he’s thinking of their wedding night, when he took her virginity –

That horrible night when she had failed to please him and he had taken out his anger on her, punishing her the next day by making her sit in a closet and watch as –

Evelyn presses her eyes closed, working hard to dismiss the memory. She hears him chuckle. He knows, it seems, precisely what she’s thinking about.

Evelyn’s eyes fly open, though, and her gaze snaps down as she hears Ian growl beside her, his teeth fully bared at this man. Joyce laughs down at him.

“Well, little pup,” Joyce laughs, leaning down to get a look at him. Ian’s growl only deepens, his fingers beginning to arch into his claws.

“Handsome boy,” Joyce says, looking back up at Evelyn. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure he’s not mine?”

Evelyn works fast, scooping Ian up in her arms and pressing him against her before he can say a word in defense of his father.

“Don’t speak to him,” Evelyn snarls, “don’t you dare say a word to my son.”

“And why, Evelyn,” Joyce says, his voice caressing the sound of her name, “why would I have any reason to believe that he’s not my son? After all, you had both of us within the same twenty-four hour period.”

Joyce turns his cruel attention to the back of Ian’s head. “Whose to say his seed took root in you while mine did not?”

turn and

for

eyes down towards his crotch and then back up to his eyes. “Or else why haven’t you given Emma

him. She turns and dips her head to her father. “May I go?” she asks.

watching her closely, nods his head. With that, Evelyn walks right past Joyce and out of

s**t. s**t.

heading for

was that,” Ian growls, looking back

was Joyce, baby, auntie Emma’s

his voice rumbling as Evelyn climbs

She puts one finger to her lips, bidding him to be quiet, and then moves to take out the little record player

in and puts on an old children’s record – one she liked as a kid. Then, she beckons Ian to come close to her. She settles on the floor and

and I don’t know if your grandfather put microphones in this room. So,

nods up at her, glancing at the record

Evelyn whispers to him, “then probably no one will hear us. We

lifts his mouth to

about

nods, understanding, her mouth quirking up at her bloodthirsty little boy. “I know, he’s really rotten,

wanted to downstairs – but you can’t do that. We have to pretend like daddy is a bad person. People like Joyce are clever – they’re going to say mean things about him to

seriously in

“I’m sorry mama. I won’t make the

a warm smile. “Now, let’s get settled

don’t go downstairs again that night, instead pleading exhaustion and emotional distress. They stay cuddled up

of the things that the pair have planned. But still, with a plan like this, there was bound to be

the door and Evelyn calls out that

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