Mayne City, Esmea
Evan's nose flared and his eyes were flinty when the man who answered Angela's phone just a second ago hung up on him. Lowering his phone from his ears, he stared at the screen as though he was trying to make sense as to what just happened. With his brows knitted, the statement that Nina told him recently resurfaced: "You should stop, Evan. Angela is already getting married."
So, she wasn't lying? He could not believe that Angela really did find someone. He scoffed, his body tensing when he remembered what the asshole told him just now: "You can't afford to know my name."
Evan abruptly got on his feet and flipped the coffee table, glass shattered everywhere on the floor. "Who the fûck does he think he is?!" he spat. The more that he thought about it, the more enraged he got.
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August 29 — Wednesday
