Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 364

"Soren, look how beautiful the orchids are this year. They smell so lovely," the dream-Evangeline said. "I'll have Gregory move the one that's blooming most vibrantly to your office tomorrow. You work so hard all day; having some flowers around might brighten your mood."

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Soren opened his eyes and found himself standing at the entrance of the villa he had shared with Evangeline for five years. From inside, he could hear her familiar, cheerful voice. The door was slightly ajar, a brilliant white light spilling from within. He pushed it open and saw her admiring the orchids in the living room, chattering happily to herself. The dream-version of him, his back to her, barely turned his head at the sound of her voice.

"Mm," the dream-Soren grunted, a single, cold syllable. He didn't break his stride, continuing up the stairs toward the bedroom. He was still in his work suit, having just gotten home.

This was their ritual, the brief, chilly interaction they had every time he returned from the office. Soren remembered how he had resented her back then for what she'd done to Poppy, how he had actively avoided her. He'd always known he was cold, but seeing it play out now, watching himself treat her with such indifference, left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He looked at the dream-Evangeline. She must have sensed his coldness, but she was probably used to it. She just squeezed her hands together for a moment before her smile returned. "I heard things were hectic at work today, that you didn't even have time for dinner," she called up the stairs. "I made something for you just before you got home. You should eat."

"No."

His response was as frigid as ever.

But his next words were like shards of ice. "Evangeline, can you not be so damn annoying? If you're that bored all day, go out and make some friends. Go shopping, throw parties like the other wives. Do something to occupy your time. Don't just stand there chattering like a sparrow. It gets on my nerves."

Without another glance, he disappeared up the stairs, leaving her alone in the living room. Her smile froze on her face, the color draining from her cheeks. Soren watched as she bit her lip, her eyes welling up. His own heart clenched painfully. He wanted to go to her, to hold her, to tell her he was sorry.

But she blinked back the tears, forcing a fragile smile onto her pale lips. "I just wanted to help," she whispered to the empty room. "I just wanted to spend a little time with you… But it's okay. Everyone has bad days. It's okay."

Comforting herself, she walked to the dining table. The food was still hot. For years, Soren had assumed she simply asked Gregory when he'd be home and cooked accordingly. It wasn't until he'd come home unexpectedly one day and caught her throwing out a cold, untouched meal that he understood. After he'd once indirectly berated Gregory for leaking his schedule, she'd never dared to ask again, never wanted to put him in a difficult position.