Hey y'all! I only have one or two parts left in the story--remember, it's only a short story, not a full length book. I love writing novels, but I would never finish them if that was all I did.;) Anyways, thanks so much for reading this far and I want to give a shout out to Strawberry_Cream1928 for voting and making my cover. Here's the next part.
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"E-evangeline?" Will sputtered, astonished.
"Yes, I came. Are you hurt?"
"I'm a bit battered, but I'm alright, darling. I'm sorry you got caught up in this mess. I never realized how illimitable Jonathan's hatred went."
"Will, I think he plans to marry me."
"What? But that's not possible. You're married to me. It's too late."
"I know. I'm just saying what I heard. He said something about my real wedding day."
"How...how? Darling, what are we supposed to do? The man is lecherous. I thought he was just mad, but his treachery goes farther than that."
"I know, but we need to get out of here."
Evangeline managed to reach into the waistband of her pants and pull out her knife.
"Give me your hands," she said.
She quickly removed the ropes and they slipped up the stairs into the hall. There was light coming from below the kitchen door and they walked silently to the door that meant freedom. The floor creaked. They froze, as still and silent as statues. The kitchen door swung open and there stood Jonathan.
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