When I refused, he laughed and said, “Don’t get paranoid on me.”
At the time, I thought he was joking.
Another memory.
I once asked why he still followed an ex-coworker who sent him flirty messages.
He kissed my forehead and said, “You’re too smart to become one of those jealous women.”
Another.
When I questioned why he had changed the password on his laptop, he told me I was “looking for problems.”
Small things.
Nothing like what Vanessa described.
But the language was familiar.
I felt my mother touch my elbow.
“Brianna?”
I looked at her.
She was pale.
“Do you want to go inside?”
Evan immediately said, “Yes. We need privacy.”
“No.”
He stared at me.
“No?”
“I want to hear the rest.”
His expression hardened.
“You are humiliating me.”
I almost laughed.
“Your ex-fiancée just showed me court papers at our wedding, and you’re worried about being humiliated?”
