Chapter 315 Go Buy Me the Pills

• Back then, Evelyn was alone out of town, knowing no one. She lay on the bed, staring as the whole sheet turned damp and clammy. The room that night was dead quiet—so quiet it made your heart race.
• She lay there, body aching until it went numb. Then came the slow, ticking sound—drip, drip. It was the blood seeping through the sheet, tapping the floor one drop at a time.
• She listened to her own blood spill, felt something being torn out of her. But that pain didn’t even touch one-thousandth of what raged inside. She pressed a cold, sweaty hand to her face and sobbed, because in that moment she finally understood. For ten long years, Victor Guerra had turned himself into her whole world—and then he destroyed that world with his own hands.