Hailey's POV

We sat in the living room of the Wilson mansion. The silence between us was heavy and uncomfortable.

Evans poured us both glasses of water. His hands were shaking.

"Talk," I said. "You promised you would tell me everything. So talk."

He sat down across from me and took a deep breath.

"Valarie and I dated for three years. We were supposed to get married. I thought I loved her." He paused. "But then she left. She went abroad for work and broke off our engagement. I was hurt. I was angry. But I moved on."

"And then you married me."

"Yes. But Hailey, you need to understand...