The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 311

After surviving a life-or-death ordeal, Evelyn had a realization. Things weren't looking good; she just couldn't bear facing Charles and Dahlia. It felt like she'd always be under their thumb, never getting the chance to settle the score for Charlie.

"So, what's this? Back to mess with me again? Trying to watch me go off the deep end?" Dahlia caught Evelyn's unnervingly calm gaze, and a hint of suspicion crept in. Evelyn seemed too composed, a stark contrast to the fury she'd shown two years back, when she couldn't stand the sight of Dahlia.

No way had Evelyn just let go of all that hate. The only explanation was that maybe she’d gotten better somehow? While Dahlia mulled it over, Evelyn’s grip on her jaw tightened unexpectedly. It was surprising; in those two years apart, Evelyn seemed to have gained some serious strength.

Dahlia instinctively tried to shake free, but Evelyn's fingers clamped down with the force of a vice grip. Evelyn's smile was there, but it lacked any warmth. The look in her eyes sent shivers down Dahlia’s spine; this version of Evelyn was even scarier than her unstable self from the past.

Evelyn went on, "Dahlia, if you’re dying to see me lose it, just say the word. I can still grant you that little wish."

"Feel it," she whispered right into Dahlia’s ear. As the words hung in the air, Evelyn let go, only to raise her hand again. A sharp slap cracked across Dahlia’s face.

"Smack—" The sound echoed as Dahlia’s head snapped to the side. Before she could react, Evelyn followed up with another backhanded slap.