The Day Our Promise Breaks

"Charles, are you even human?!"

Evelyn was livid. Without thinking, she slapped Charles hard across the face.

How could he have the nerve to use Adam's injury as leverage against her? Didn't he know exactly why Adam's hand was hurt in the first place?

"Eve, take it easy. Getting upset isn't good for you," Charles said, his voice calm, his expression unfazed by the sting of her slap. He reached out, meaning to smooth the deep line between her brows.

Before he could touch her, Evelyn knocked his hand away with a sharp smack.

The sound cracked through the car.

She hadn't held back.

Charles's skin was tough-he barely felt it—but Evelyn's palm was left stinging and bright red.

He caught her hand, concern flickering across his face. He brought her hand closer and gently blew on her reddened skin.

His eyes lowered, overflowing with helplessness.

He just never knew what to do when it came to Eve.

He knew bringing up Adam's injury would push her over the edge, make her furious enough to want to strangle him. But he was desperate.

He needed her to keep their baby.

If Eve wasn't so sure, so determined to end the pregnancy-if there had been even the smallest sliver of hope he never would have done something so cruel.

tried to pull her hand

held on, not tight enough to hurt her, just enough so she couldn't

barely a month along-her belly hadn't changed at all. Charles's eyes turned red as he held her hand

was his salvation, the one chance left

do anything-anything-to keep our child,"

couldn't lose

pressed to the seat, his solid frame blocking any

Evelyn couldn't break free.

could do was

searched his face, trying to

had told her

was the one who'd found the specialist to fix his hand, spending months and a small fortune. Charles

for

knew Charles

to such

meant to her, how guilty

to thank Charles once Adam was

now, Charles had turned around and used Adam's

her.

emotions twisted

Her mind flashed with

memories Charles's threats,

months