Chapter 219 The Coffee Competition

• Listening to the woman's echoing laughter filtering through the courtyard, Evelyn felt as though a blade were tearing through her heart. The pain was blinding. The women around him could be absolutely anyone now, anyone but her.
• Evelyn had no memory of how she managed to get back to her five-star hotel. The moment she closed the door to the presidential suite, she threw herself face-down onto the massive bed, her tears falling uncontrollably into the fabric. The image of Michael holding Mary Donald played on a torturous, endless loop in her mind.
• She cried until her pillow was entirely soaked through. Finally, wiping the tears from her swollen face, she dragged herself into the bathroom to take a shower before trying to force herself to sleep.