Chapter 280 The Broken Glass

Richard said nothing—just like he always did—letting Evelyn cry into her hands, the sound of her sobs filling the quiet living room. Usually, once her tears dried, he'd cave: shower her with expensive gifts, press his credit cards into her palm, do whatever it took to smooth things over and make the noise stop.

Evelyn thought this time would be the same. But the second her sobs tapered off into sn