Delicate () Chris Evans X OC ✓

Getaway car (3)

*One week later*

The yellow envelop is laying infront of me on the coffee table. Ryan and Blake have the kids and our stuff.

When I'm done serving him with our divorce papers I'm gonna jump in my car, drive towards Ryan and Blake's house, load our stuff and the kids into the car and drive towards LAX.

I got Chris Hemsworth, bless his soul, to keep my soon to be ex busy until around 2 PM. I told Hemsworth at least fifty times I was sorry for dragging him into this but he didn't accept any, he didn't wanna hear it. He said that he would do what it takes to see me happy.

Now here I am, sitting on the couch, waiting until he gets home. I wipe a tear away and take a deep breath.

The door opens and closes. Let the shit show begin. Chris walked into the house, not saying anything.

"Chris, come here for a second please." I say in a calm voice, while I'm breaking apart from the inside. "It's very, very serious."

"Yeah me too. I'm gonna go first. I got a role in this play on Broadway! It starts in March."

"I have something else, something completely different." I was kinda disappointed, this means he'll be gone even more. Broadway life is busy.

He walked into the living room, his eyes immediately landed on the yellow envelop. "No. No Emma we're not doing this." He was completely frozen in his place.

"I told you one more fuck up. You promised to be there at dinner but you were out getting drunk, smoking, partying. If you prefer that over spending time with your family then that's okay. I'll let you do it with a little less guilt. If that cold heart even feels guilty."

I stood up, grabbed the envelope and walked over to him. I pushed the envelope in his chest, his hand moved to be ontop of mine.

"Emma, where is your ring?" His voice was shaking.

"On the coffee table. The kids are mine, Dodger is yours, this and the Boston house are yours, the Westerly house is mine."

I continued walking but he grabbed my forearm.

"Please Emma. I can change I promise! You are everything to me, the kids are everything to me. You are my air, the only thing that can keep me alive. If you would leave me, I would be dead in the inside."

"You already killed my inside Chris." My voice was cold.

I tried to walk away again but Chris is faster and taller. He was quick to move infront of me and kneel down to his knees, fully prepared to beg. His arms moved around my waist.

"Don't, baby please. We can do therapy or counseling or something but I can't lose you please. I need you, I need the kids. You guys are my life, I would be nothing without any of you."

"Chris let me go."

His grip became even tighter as he shook his head. "Don't Emma don't please." Tears were falling down his face like a waterfall.

"My tears have ricochet long enough now." I was able to get out of his grip and took one last quick look at the house where I lived in for so long.

"Please tell Rystar, Matteo and Troops I love them." His voice was heavy, like he was almost having a panic attack with the combination of his sobbing.

I haven't heard the nicknames is so long.

That was the last thing I heard because I shut the front door behind me. I quickly got into my car and drove away. Chris ran outside and saw me drive away.