Chapter 2: Now He’s My Husband, Next Time We Meet He’ll Be My Sister's Husband

"Michael belonged to Elysia from the start. Them being together is just getting back on the right track."

Hayden said in a low voice.

Evelyn looked at Michael with a fake smile: "Honey, what's your opinion? Do you need me to give you back to my dear little sister?"

She asked this very casually, as if Michael was nothing more than an object in her eyes.

Michael looked at her with a serious expression.

Today, Evelyn was still wearing those dull, lifeless clothes, no different from the past three years. But her eyes...

For the past three years, her eyes had only held him.

Wherever he was, she could only see him.

Whatever he needed, Evelyn would take care of it without him having to ask.

Now...

The way she looked at him was cold and distant.

As if he were just an object that had nothing to do with her.

And one that could be thrown away at any time.

Hearing Evelyn's question, Elysia, Scarlett, and Hayden all looked at Michael with anticipation.

Among everyone present, he was the one who could decide everything.

Divorcing Evelyn and marrying Elysia after returning to his high position had always been Michael's goal, but now...

Just as the goal was about to be achieved, a stuffy feeling suddenly rose in his chest.

"The food is getting cold, let's eat."

Michael changed the subject.

He put a shrimp on Elysia's plate: "Your favorite, try it."

"Thank you, Michael," Elysia smiled brightly, "you're still as good to me as you were three years ago."

She raised her hand to peel the shrimp, then looked at Evelyn sitting on the other side of Michael and pouted, spreading her ten fingers: "I just got my nails done yesterday. If I peel this shrimp, they'll be ruined."

Michael frowned and reached toward Elysia's plate, ready to peel it for her.

Scarlett spoke up: "Evelyn, you peel it. Three years ago, you wronged Elysia; now, having you peel a shrimp for her isn't too much."

Evelyn looked at Michael.

Michael withdrew his hand, his silence representing agreement.

Evelyn laughed coldly.

She pulled the whole plate of shrimp in front of herself and started peeling with her bare hands.

Just consider it... repaying Scarlett and Hayden for raising her.

And also, a memorial to her completely dead love.

The shells weren't very hard, but she still had a wound on her left palm. She hadn't bandaged it before coming, and now as her hand moved, the temporarily scabbed wound broke open again.

Fresh blood mixed with the old scab, a bright red mess.

Michael's face turned pale: Her hand... was injured?

When did she get hurt?

How did she get hurt?

Elysia frowned, her eyes full of disgust, clearly grossed out that her food was being ruined.

But with Michael sitting beside her, there were some things she couldn't say out loud.

Scarlett was more direct: "Evelyn, what are you doing? Elysia just came back not long ago. Are you deliberately cursing her?"

"Mom," Evelyn continued, peeling the shrimp, not even lifting her eyelids, "I didn't say anything. Right now, you're the one cursing Elysia. Dad and Michael are both sitting here listening; they're not deaf. If anything bad happens to Elysia in the future, don't you dare blame it on me."

"You..."

Scarlett stood up angrily to hit Evelyn.

"Enough!"

Michael shouted sternly.

He looked at Evelyn with a dark expression, emotions churning in his eyes: "Have you made enough of a scene? If you're done, get out."

"Okay, honey."

Evelyn stood up with a bitter smile.

To prepare for their third wedding anniversary, she had been busy since opening her eyes this morning without eating, and after going through all this just now, her emotions had crashed hard.

When she stood up, she felt very dizzy, and her body swayed involuntarily.

Michael instinctively reached out, but when he saw Evelyn deliberately avoid him and steady herself on the back of the chair, his expression darkened again.

When Evelyn lifted her eyelids, she caught this scene.

She took two steps back, looked at Hayden and Scarlett, then at Elysia, and finally her gaze fell on Michael: "While I can still call you honey, I'll call you that a couple more times. Even if you don't want to hear it, just bear with it. After all, the next time we meet, you'll be my sister's husband."

With that, Evelyn turned and left.

She returned to Rosewood Villa, opened her computer, downloaded a divorce agreement template, made some quick changes, printed it out, and signed her name.

Three years ago, she knew Michael misunderstood that she had set him up, that he hated her, but she still chose to marry him.

Only because she had fallen in love with him a long, long time ago.

She thought that by staying with him through his lowest point, quietly caring for him, one day he would see her sincerity and open his heart to accept her.

Who would have thought...

Three years later, he had returned to his position as CEO of the Johnson Group, but she...

Was about to be abandoned by him.

Evelyn stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her haggard face, her lifeless eyes, and the drab clothes on her body, and pulled at the corners of her mouth.

Looking like this, even the servants at home looked better than her.

No wonder she was being abandoned.

People who love others more than themselves.

Deserve to be abandoned.

People who completely lose themselves for others.

Deserve to be abandoned.

Evelyn went into the bathroom to shower, changed into pajamas, took several bottles of alcohol from the fridge, and leaned on the living room sofa to drink.

When she finished the sixth bottle, Michael came back.

Evelyn blinked and stood up shakily, holding onto the sofa: "Is it morning already? No, it's still dark outside. You... finished sleeping with Elysia and came back so soon?"

As soon as Michael entered the living room, he smelled a strong stench of alcohol. He frowned in disgust, and seeing Evelyn's state and remembering her injured hand, anger immediately filled his chest.

"Evelyn, do you even know what you're doing?"

Evelyn didn't know. Right now, she only cared about one question.

Her gaze swept over Michael from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, finally settling between his legs.

After staring for a while, she couldn't help but reach out to measure.

Evelyn's gaze was too naked for Michael not to notice.

He frowned tightly, trying to tell himself not to argue with a drunk person.

He didn't expect Evelyn to suddenly reach out. His expression changed dramatically, and he instinctively reached to grab Evelyn's hand.

Evelyn was very drunk and unsteady on her feet. When Michael suddenly reached out, she got startled, her body became even more out of control, and she fell toward Michael.

Her outstretched hand directly grabbed what was between Michael's legs.

In his life of ups and downs, he thought he would never encounter anything embarrassing again, but who would have thought that with Evelyn, he could still...

Michael gritted his teeth, controlling his emotions, trying to pry Evelyn's hand open.

Evelyn held on tightly, using both hands to measure the length, tilting her head and muttering: "It doesn't feel short, so why is the time so... so short? Turns out you can't just judge a man by length, you also have to see how long he can last in bed. Elysia is still there, feeling proud, thinking she stole a treasure, when actually it's a man who looks good but is useless... a man with erectile dysfunction."