The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 315

Dahlia stepped back into her room, feeling a wave of calm wash over her after a soothing shower. Today had been a rough one—Evelyn had outsmarted her, all because Dahlia had underestimated her. She tucked this incident away in her mental notebook, knowing full well that she'd get her chance for revenge. There was no way she was going to let Evelyn have the upper hand indefinitely.

Once in bed, she snapped a quick selfie in her pajamas and sent it to Charles with a sweet goodnight message. But just as she hit send, her phone buzzed. Thinking it was Charles, she answered without hesitation.

“Cha…” she started, but was cut off by Evelyn’s mocking voice echoing in her ear, “Dahlia, didn’t you say you wouldn’t let me get away with it?”

The anger Dahlia had tried so hard to quell roared back to life. “You witch, you did this on purpose!” she spat, realizing too late that Evelyn had set her up from the start. Even when she struck her, Evelyn had been careful not to leave a mark.

“So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” Evelyn taunted with infuriating calmness before hanging up. The beeping line only fanned the flames of Dahlia’s rage. She couldn’t believe it—two years ago she was the one getting under Evelyn’s skin, and now the tables had turned.

“Witch!” Dahlia seethed, her frustration boiling over as she hurled her phone across the room. She was livid.

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While Dahlia tossed and turned in anger all night, Evelyn slept soundly, not a care in the world. When she had hit Dahlia, she’d been careful not to leave any visible bruises. Even if Dahlia tried to get a medical report, it wouldn't qualify as an injury. No matter how much Charles cared about Dahlia, what could he really do?