Chapter 2
“Evan, that Rainy Night Butcher doesn’t care if someone’s married or not. He’s taken Chloe too!” “I sent you my location. Please bring help and come
save us.”
“Evan, are you there? Why aren’t you answering?”
“I’m not lying!”
“Just come save us. Afterward, if you want a divorce, fine. I’ll die if I have to, but Chloe can’t–she’s only six..”
Istared at the string of messages I had sent, an hour gone by with no response.
My chest ached, and tears spilled freely down my face.
I never knew a soul could cry until now–grief so profound it burdened even the departed.
But it was too late.
Nothing would change now.
I thought Evan might feel even a twinge of guilt.
But instead, he let out a mocking laugh.
“She’s at it again–stirring up drama like the jealous hag she is,” he sneered.
“Only an idiot would believe her.”
The words cut through me like a knife. I trembled, the pain sharper than death itself.
“Evan, why don’t you at least call and check? What if something’s really wrong?”
Lila suggested, her voice dripping with fake concern.
“Always so kind, Lila. Not like Ava, that scheming shrew–always pulling stunts and picking fights with you,” Evan said, his gaze softening as it landed
on her.
Then he finally pulled out his phone and dialed me.
Of course, no one answered.
After several attempts, he slammed his phone down, frustration etched across his face.
Then he angrily began typing:
“Stop playing games, Ava. I’m not falling for it.”
“You think I care? Think again.”
“If you can’t lure out the Rainy Night Butcher, don’t expect me to come get you.”
Every word he typed felt like a punch to my gut.
His cold, hate–filled eyes looked as if he were staring at something vile and worthless–like me.
For ten years, I had endured his temper and his cruelty.”
I had sacrificed everything for him.
I thought he would understand my heart, that he would see the love I poured into every moment of our lives together.
But I was wrong.
Butchered by Love
Chapter 2
To him, Jivas just a scheming green eyed villainess,
Meanwhile, Lila, with her coy smiles and crocodile tears, remained his untouchable, perfect angel–pure, innocent, and virtuous in his eyes.
They resumed their dinner, but I noticed Evan kept glancing at his phone, opening our chat thread repeatedly.
His brows furrowed, worry flickering in his expression.
Was he actually concerned for me?
No, that couldn’t be it.
“Evan, what’s wrong?”
asked sweetly, noticing his distraction.
“It’s nothing.” he muttered, shaking his head.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
The sound broke the tension like a sharp snap.
He picked it up, his expression darkening as he answered.
“Evan, did you pick up Chloe?”
It was my mom’s voice on the other end.
“No,” he replied, frowning.
“Ava’s phone has been off all day. What’s going on? Did you two fight again?”
My mom’s voice grew anxious.
Chloe loved her piano lessons, and lately, Evan had been the one to drop her off at my mom’s house. When I was too busy, Mom always picked her up.
But now, with no sign of either of us, she was starting to panic.
